All beings by nature are Buddha, As ice by nature is water. Apart from water there is no ice; Apart from beings, no Buddha. How sad that people ignore the near And search for truth afar: Like someone in the midst of water Crying out in thirst; Like a child of a wealthy home Wandering among the poor. Lost on dark paths of ignorance, We wander through the Six Worlds; From dark path to dark path-- When shall we be freed from birth and death? Oh, the zazen of the Mahayana! To this the highest praise! Devotion, repentance, training, The many paramitas-- All have their source in zazen. Those who try zazen even once Wipe away beginningless crimes. Where are all the dark paths then? Tbe Pure Land itself is near. Those who hear this truth even once And listen with a grateful heart, Treasuring it, revering it, Gain blessings without end. Much more, those who turn about And bear witness to self-nature, Self-nature that is no-nature, Go far beyond mere doctrine. Here effect and cause are the same; The Way is neither two nor three. With form that is no-form, Going and coming, we are never astray; With thought that is no-thought, Singing and dancing are the voice of the Law. Boundless and free is the sky of Samadhi! Bright the full moon of wisdom! Truly, is anything missing now? Nirvana is right here, before our eyes; This very place is the Lotus Land; This very body, the Buddha
