Drunk one reads sutra alone, One line one word searching, Every word confused and missed, Black beans replace for eyes.

Earnestly practicing the Way, automatically have guardians, Where Skanda comes from to tell fault and truth, “No I” naturally demons surrender, With awareness presently away from wicked mind.

Day break not showing, Midnight begins to shine, Gateways reflect each other, Silence and illumination ongoing.

In the mirror not thinking, Old looks of many life times, Appearances change at all times, Ever eyeing thoroughly.