Thinking, not thinking, the same light shines.
Moods or their absence are the same wine.
No falling away and nothing to be fixed.
No form of turbulence disturbs the sea.
Illuminated shadows have no shape.
The moonlight has no quarrel with the moon.
Only completeness from the very start.
All paths, all dharmas, have already died.
Warmth and coolness play upon my skin.
Moonlight is laughing in the world of clouds.