Ignorance begets the dualism of rest and unrest, The enlightened have no likes and dislikes: All forms of dualism Are ignorantly contrived by the mind itself. They are like unto visions and flowers in the air: Why should we trouble ourselves to take hold of them? Gain and loss, right and wrong— Away with them once for all! If an eye never falls asleep, All dreams will by themselves cease: If the mind retains its oneness, The ten thousand things are of one suchness. When the deep mystery of one suchness is fathomed, All of a sudden we forget the external entanglements: When the ten thousand things are viewed in their oneness, We return to the origin and remain what we are. Forget the wherefore of things, And we attain to a state beyond analogy: Movement stopped is no movement, And rest set in motion is no rest. When dualism does no more obtain, Even oneness itself remains not as such. The ultimate end of things where they cannot go any further, Is not bound by rules and measures: The mind in harmony [with the Way] is the principle of identity In which we find all doings in a quiescent state; Irresolutions are completely done away with, And the right faith is restored to its native straightness; Nothing is retained now, Nothing is to be memorised, All is void, lucid, and self-illuminating, There is no stain, no exertion, no wasting of energy— This is where thinking never attains, This is where the imagination fails to measure. In the higher realm of True Suchness There is neither “other” nor “self”: When a direct identification is asked for, We can only say, “Not two.”[f99] In being not two all is the same, All that is is comprehended in it: The wise in the ten quarters, They all enter into this absolute faith. This absolute faith is beyond quickening [time] and extension [space]. One instant is ten thousand years; No matter how things are conditioned whether with “to be” or “not to be,” It is manifest everywhere before you. The infinitely small is as large as large can be, When external conditions are forgotten; The infinitely large is as small as small can be, When objective limits are put out of sight. What is is the same with what is not, What is not is the same with what is: Where this state of things fails to obtain, Be sure not to tarry. One in all, All in one— If only this is realised, No more worry about your not being perfect! The believing mind is not divided, And undivided is the believing mind— This is where words fail, For it is not of the past, future, or present.