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Living Our True Nature _____________________________________________________
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Discovering the Footprints
« Along the riverbank under the trees, I discover footprints!
Even under the fragrant grass I see his prints.
Deep in remote mountains they are found.
These traces no more can be hidden than one's nose, looking
heavenward. »
Understanding the teaching, I see the footprints of the bull. Then I learn
that, just as many utensils are made from one metal, so too are myriad
entities made of the fabric of self. Unless I discriminate, how will I
perceive the true from the untrue? Not yet having entered the gate,
nevertheless I have discerned the path.
Chan master
Kakuan