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?

There were moments when…you saw the intimation of a dream of love rising up out of death and this carnal body. And out of this worldwide festival of death, this ugly rutting fever that inflames the rainy evening sky all round - will love someday rise up out of this, too?

—Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain