The ocean of delivery and dying is so deep and huge that it’s boundless. Sentient beings are drifting on the tides. The Buddha, making an enormous ship of the reality, ferries them throughout the ocean of delivery and dying with out anybody left behind.
Pupil: “What’s the ship that the Buddha makes?”
Grasp: “It’s ready so that you can board in entrance of you.”
Pupil: “I can not see it. The place is it?”
Grasp: “It has simply handed by.”
Commentary:
The ship all the time departs the second you begin in search of it.
©Boo Ahm
All writing ©Boo Ahm. All photographs ©Simon Hathaway
