Song Of The Grass Hut
I've built a grass
hut where there's nothing of value.
it was completed, fresh weeds appeared.
person in the hut lives here calmly,
worldly people live, he doesn't live.
the hut is small, it includes the entire world.
Mahayana bodhisattva trusts without doubt.
this hut perish or not?
dwelling south or north, east or west.
shining window below the green pines-
sitting with head covered all things are at rest.
here he no longer works to get free.
around the light to shine within, then just return.
the ancestral teachers, be familiar with their instructions,
go of hundreds of years and relax completely.
of words, myriad interpretations,
you want to know the undying person in the hut,
by Shitou Xiqian (Sekito Kisen; 700-790)
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