Like
a Butterfly
Is nothing really nothing?
Or is it really something?
Does the Great Void have a place?
Is mindfulness no mind?
Is Enlightenment a hopeful dream,
Freedom from all pain?
Can desire be put down,
Or will it always reign?
Is emptiness no more than a coveted goal?
Is fulfillment more our plight?
Even the Dharma of Buddha nature,
Could be something, right?
Flowers fall and weeds grow up;
The wind is forever abiding.
Why do we need fan ourselves
and strive after something?
Because Buddha nature is like the wind:
Present but still worth striving;
Something is nothing and nothing is something, and we
are here, now,
and Enlightenment is still worth trying.
Be like the Butterfly,
Who flies with the wind;
Surfing the Buddha nature,
sipping the cream from the flowers and weeds.