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Well expressed by Yin Ling
Mind is luminous, bright, and knowing.
Mind is empty of stains, stains of inherent existence.
Every arising is the mind,
Each touch,
Each taste,
My hands rubbing each other,
All my mind.
So clear, so vivid, so luminous.
Each arising is empty of stains,
Each arising is a dependent arising,
Each arising is a release all conditions into a display of emptiness,
Nothing there, yet so vivid.
Each arising is my true nature. Vivid and empty. Intimate as ever, I express myself as no-thing.
The trees, cars, babies, mothers, ward,
Speaks the dharma again and again,
But they are not separate from me,
We are not separate,
Yet we are not apart.
Yet there’s no we, as there’s no them?
There’s no others!
How else to describe with words?
I do not know.
My body and mind understands it intimately,
The dharma, it speaks a language
Of love and magic
Yin Ling
17 hours ago
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What is mind?
Rub your hand together,
feel that?
That is mind!
