Buddha-nature and the precepts jewel are sealed in the mind-ground.
Fog, dew, and rosy clouds are now my garments.


The dragon-subduing alms bowl and the staff that wards off tigers,
With the jangling of its two metal rings,
Are not outer forms of keeping the precepts,
But rather are holding the Tathagata's staff and treading his path.


Not seeking the true, not rejecting the false,
Realize that both are empty and formless.
There is no form, no emptiness and no non-emptiness;
This is the true mark of the Tathagata.


The mirror of mind reflects without interference;
Its vastness and clarity radiate through countless worlds.
Various phenomena all manifest themselves;
To a perfectly illumined one there is neither inside nor outside.


Attaching to emptiness, denying cause and effect,
Brings calamities beyond measure.
Rejecting existence and grasping emptiness is the same mistake,
Like jumping into a fire to avoid drowning.


If you discard the illusory mind and grasp the true principle,
This mind of grasping and discarding becomes clever.