A. Master: “A piece of cake.”
Student: “What is it like?”
Master: “When small, it is smaller than a mustard seed.
When large, larger than the whole universe.”
Commentary:
It is neither large nor small since it has no boundary.
It never moves however hard we try to lift it, but it is not heavy at all.
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A. Master: A piece of cake.
Student: How does it taste?
Master: Bitter.
Student: What happens when we eat it?
Master: All die.
Commentary:
How mysterious!
It tastes bitter and kills all.
Why do people struggle to eat it?
When all die, all illusions die.
When all illusions die, you are eternity itself.
All writing ©Boo Ahm. All images ©Simon Hathaway.
A. A piece of cake.
Commentary:
A piece of cake,
It is neither soft nor tough.
How deplorable!
Numerous people have tried to eat it so far,
Few of whom swallowed it.
Countless people have tried chewing it,
But no tooth-mark is left on it.
If I were asked the question,
I would answer, “Why do you ask me the taste of the food you are chewing?”
All writing ©Boo Ahm. All images ©Simon Hathaway.
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