In Praise of Reality

Shatter the failing husk of flesh
With the diamond of samadhi.
Cleanse the cause of samsara,
Unveil the purity of the dharmadhatu.

For it is not produced,
It never ceases.
It is stainless,
In the beginning, middle and end.

With stainless jewels,
Blazing in the sun of the Buddha's hand.
He bestows consecration to his foremost children.
From his body, rays of light
Spontaneously appear…
And open the doors of those who abide in dark obscuration.

A mind of clear light,
Purified by the fires of Wisdom.
Free from all conceptions,
Praising the purity of the dharmadhatu.

For it is not produced,
It never ceases.
It is virtuous,
In the beginning, middle and end.

And it is not far,
It is not near.
It neither comes nor goes,
Encaged in afflictions, it is seen or not seen.

Through knowing reality, there is liberation.
Always abide in oneself.