Seven red apples and one green tennis ball
Bobbing in foam on the creek.
They float a few feet down,
Turn, sail back again,
Caught in an eddy current.
For a moment the tennis ball seems to escape—
Moves almost to the edge of the pool
But a bigger eddy catches it
And back it comes again.
Friends, beware the eddy currents of samsara.
Keep to the swift midstream
Go straight to the vast ocean.
Mother, the touch of your dancing heel
Plunges the world into dissolution
The sparkle of your toe jewel
Creates the universe anew.
All the wise men of the world
Are just tiny jingling bells on your anklets.
Place your foot on my head!
My beloved is a priceless pearl
Hidden in the desert of the world.
Holding a bag of gold
I searched every bazaar
Yet I could not buy the pearl.
Shedding a thousand tears
I dived to the ocean floor
Yet I could not find the pearl.
Heaving a thousand sighs
I soared to the mountain top
The pearl was nowhere to be seen.
Friend, look in your own heart.
The priceless pearl
Is waiting for you there.