No Room For Dust

Bodhi originally has no tree,
The mirror also has no stand.
Buddha nature is always clean and pure,
Where is there room for dust?

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

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From William Blake’s “Auguries of Innocence.”

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