In Autumn Even Though I May See

Do Not Be Amazed By The True Dragon.

Emptiness Is Bound To Bloom, Like Hundreds Of Grasses Blossoming.

Through One Word, Or Seven Words, Or Three Times Five, Even If You Investigate Thoroughly Myriad Forms, Nothing Can Be Depended Upon. Night Advances, The Moon Glows And Falls Into The Ocean. The Black Dragon Jewel You Have Been Searching For, Is Everywhere.

Life And Death Are Nothing But The Mind. Years, Months, Days, And Hours Are Nothing But The Mind. Dreams, Illusions, And Mirages Are Nothing But The Mind. The Bubbles Of Water And The Flames Of Fire Are Nothing But The Mind. The Flowers Of The Spring And The Moon Of The Autumn Are Nothing But The Mind. Confusions And Dangers Are Nothing But The Mind.

That The Self Advances And Confirms The Ten Thousand Things Is Called Delusion; That The Ten Thousand Things Advance And Confirm The Self Is Called Enlightenment.