UnbornMind Zen

The essence of the single-taste is a singular delight! From the cradle of the Unborn Buddha Mind it issues a fragrance likened unto a fresh raindrop settling into some primordial forest–untouched from defiling fingers. Soaring into the incalculable heights on a vast magic carpet of the Void one settles into great intuitive resourcefulness that is free from all illusory projections. In the end one produces nothing but the silent splendor of the concealed principle that transcends the four antinomies [is, is not, both, neither]. And upon awakening one will not find it strange.