Don't you know that afflictions are nothing more than wisdom And that the purest of blossoms emerges from the mire? If someone were to come and ask me what I do: After eating my gruel and rice, I wash my bowl. Don't worry about a thing! Don't worry about a thing! You may play all day like a silly child in the sand by the sea, But you must always realize the truth of your original face! When you suffer the blows delivered by the patriarchs' staff, If you can't say anything, you will perish by the staff, If you can say something, you will perish by the staff. In the end, what will you do If you are forbidden to travel by night but must arrive by dawn?
Benming 本明
Daughters of Emptiness: Poems of Chinese Buddhist Nuns, p.37 Purchase Book Here

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