Once upon a time the world honored one was at Vulture Peak.
Before a vast crowd of lay practitioners, nuns, and monks, angelic creatures, and even gods,
he held up a single flower and twirled it.
Of the assembled crowd only the disciple Mahakashyapa,
responded, breaking into a wide grin.
I have the eye treasury of the true Dharma, the marvelous mind of nirvana,
the true form of no-form, the subtle gate of the Dharma.
This wisdom does not depend on letters,
it is transmitted outside all formal teachings.
I now entrust it to Kashyapa.