Pu'an sees the mind and grasps the truth, not speaking nonsense or wild words.
Teaching and transforming the three thousand great worlds, each one penetrates mud and enters water.
Abiding nowhere, the mind arises; no longer offering sacrifices to gods or worshipping ghosts.
In the moment, pure thoughts are the Dharma body; why rely on burning paper money?
Not deluded by evil demons, each thoroughly sifts for the true principle.
Neither gathering at night and dispersing at dawn, nor seeking distant mountains and waters.
Nor making vows by burning incense, nor abandoning and leaving wife and children.
Not consuming the blood and flavor of living beings, yet honoring the six kin and nine ancestors.
Vowing not to drink wine wildly, not entering the bitter suffering of prison.
Seeing profit, the heart is not stirred; everywhere, respect as for parents.
You contend with ignorance and self-others; I myself have nothing to do or make.
Mending bridges and repairing roads as circumstances allow; the body becomes mountains, rivers, and the nation's land.
Nourishing all sentient beings of the great earth; above, wishing the imperial plan forever firm.
Constantly, wind and rain are harmonious; daily, the people sing and dance joyfully.
All because the self-nature is heavenly true, never entering another's door.
Now, not seeking a single thing, not attached, evil demons are driven away.
Not leaving the present place, serene; carrying water and moving firewood are Buddha's work.
Why need to strike cymbals and clappers? How use beating bells and drums?
Garrulous, palms joined in refuge—already taken as anger by those who inquire.
Only the mind is universally like a lotus flower; how different from the Western Pure Land?
Since ancient times, fundamentally there is no confusion; now, fundamentally, when was there enlightenment?
Even if there are three vehicles and five teachings, it's like adding salt and vinegar.
Birth, death, and nirvana are like a dream; the Buddha said there is nothing to do or make.
Further asking about Bodhidharma coming from the west, he also had no other path.
Directly pointing: the human mind is Buddha; not a single step further can be moved.
If there is even a hair's breadth of right and wrong, one enters the demon's evil house.
Those who find life within death are guarded by all Buddhas and dragon deities.
A man of iron resolve, cutting nails and severing iron; this ordinary person accomplishes the matter.
Now, people praise and spirits revere; for ten thousand kalpas, all beings look up in admiration.
Reaching here, if one does not turn the mind back, how can one know the treasure store of mani?
Benefiting self and others without exhaustion; through kalpas, there is no fear or terror.
Parting clouds, whistling to the moon, chanting ancient airs; piercing rocks, penetrating mountains, discussing the true Dharma.
This very mind is like a skillful painter; this very body is like a seamless pagoda.
The old woman of East Village is my mother; the old man is Uncle Zhang of the South Gate.