Our Buddha Creates the Scriptures and Passes on Perfect Bliss; Guanyin Obeys a Decree and Goes to Chang'an

Our Buddha Creates the Scriptures and Passes on Perfect Bliss Guanyin Obeys a Decree and Goes to Chang'an If you try to ask about the dhyana Or investigate the innumerable You will waste your life and achieve nothing. Polishing bricks to make mirrors, Or piling up snow to turn it into grain−− However many years have you wasted like that? A hair can contain an ocean, A mustard−seed can hold a mountain, And the golden Kasyapa only smiles. When you are awakened you will surpass the Ten Stages and the Three Vehicles, And stop the four kinds of birth and the six types of reincarnation. Who has ever heard, before the cliff of thoughts extinguished, Under the tree that has no shadow, The sound of the cuckoo in a spring dawn? The path by the Cao Stream is dangerous, The Vulture Peak is high in the clouds: Here the voice of the ancients was a mystery. On a cliff ten thousand feet high Five−leaved lotuses bloom As scent coils round the shutters of the old palace. At that time Your knowledge smashes all the currents of thought; The Dragon King and the Three Treasures can be......