September 27, 2015
The bright moon hangs in the sky; seeing the moon, one awakens to emptiness.
Empty of all things, yet able to hold all things.
A heart as open as a valley, rivers and seas flow into it.
The highest good is like water, which embraces filth and mire.
Meeting the muddy, it grows turbid; keeping still, it grows clear.
When a person awakens to emptiness, the heart becomes boundless.
Seeming evil, seeming good; seeming mortal, seeming immortal.
Seeming clear, seeming turbid; seeming honored, seeming disgraced.
Seeming male, seeming female; seeming black, seeming white.
Those who are good, I treat as good; those who are not good, I also treat as good.
Those who are trustworthy, I trust; those who are not trustworthy, I also trust.
As if without a mind, as if without even no-mind.
Taking the heart as the heart, yet not clinging to my own heart.
Always walking the great way, acting on behalf of heaven.