Boundless Buddha s grace

Three Lives' Green Bamboo Singing Rolling through the night The humble poet's verses A faintly withered sheng's fate again Cold gleaming wheels of dharma Ah a thousand words Cannot convey the spirit of the Dharma A thousand songs and melodies Can never finish singing of the poet in the temple Ah no need to cross the border no need to enter the woods— the song that defies all rules is already here in the dustless stillness