The body is the Bodhi tree,
The mind is like a clear mirror.
At all times we must strive to polish it,
And must not let the dust collect.
Shenxiu, according to Huineng, the sixth Patriarch of Zen
Bodhi originally has no tree
The mirror also has no stand.
Buddha nature is always clear and pure;
Where is the room for dust?
Poem taken from Zen Poems, Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets, 1999
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