The body is the Bodhi tree, Bodhi by nature is no tree,
The mind is like a mirror. The mirror is inherently formless.
Every now and then dust and polish it,
There is originally nothing,
And let no dust settle on it. On what, then, can the dust settle?
(Two Zen Classics 160-1)
http://www.sacred-texts.com/bud/zen/poems.htm
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