In the unified matrix of pure awareness, birth & death have one flavor.

WE live delighting in obsession,
deceived by illusion,
running after phantoms.
People & things appear in the mind as moon appears in water.
Seeing this, what is myriad has one flavor.

Knowing the cold flesh of old age, we long for the fires of our youth.
Releasing our attitudes about the body into the limitless realm,
old age & youth have one flavor.

The tighter we hold the objects of obsession,
the greater the suffering of death.
In the unified matrix of pure awareness,
birth & death have on flavor.

Unfulfilled longing for the affection that joined us with another
compels further action.
Breaking the pattern that just spins around,
meetings & partings have one flavor.

We desire birth as a god
fear we will fall into hell.
Divinity is embedded in existence!
Seeing this,
gods & demons
have one flavor.

Driven to extremes in pursuit of realization,
one task done, a hundred more arise.
Once we know non~divisive mind,
it is sufficient to relax
in the flavor of effortlessness.

Rolling everyone's instructions,
your activities will be endless.
Cut your own cord!
That will bind all trivial inclination.

Although others see great good,
if you know your own fault,
it's meaningless to pretend you're good.

The flavor of fault will conceal the vale.

Attending to what is meaningful,
a Cat can become king.
If it spends it's time in trivialities,
it will just rake the mud in it's den.

If you act only on beautiful words,
you won't see the rough places to come.
Know your limitation,
how far can you go!
Then beautiful words & difficult times are like food & clothing:
Both essential
for crossing the mutha fuckin mountain top.