No Bones to the Dharma Body

The Dharma Body has no bones --
it's as big as the sky.
No flesh, no spirit in it either,
just a burst of crazy laughing.

Shatter it all, go beyond!
Utterly beyond!
Thinking is Craving,
Craving turns into thoughts.
It's all a Grand Delusion,
a bowl of coals for a demon's breakfast,
a shit banquet for the hungry ghosts.

At the Zen summit it's raining ice.
All the jizo buddhas do somersaults,
the scarves covering their weeping faces.
Crows CAW CAW CAW their heads off
as the raw wind moans in ten directions,
and you dance like an iron-faced cloud demon.

SHIKI SOKU ZE KU
KU SOKU ZE SHIKI