All Scriptures.

Good actions come from a good heart,

Just as leaves turn to autumn colors,

After eating, washing the feet,

Unshaken by gain and loss,

No hindrance in the mind.

Just as the moon emerges from behind clouds,

The bodhisattva suffers the illness of beings together.

When the eye of wisdom opens,

If one can give rise to faith in this passage,

Through heedfulness

Desire drives the world.

Without fear,

Illness becomes medicine

The autumn fruit is the result of the spring seed.

Perfect and full as the full moon,

I must liberate all beings.

All living beings,

At last, reaching nirvana.

Do not make light of small good deeds.

A straight mind is the bodhisattva's pure land;

Falling leaves do not mean

The past mind cannot be grasped,

Be eager to do good

Speak only truth,

The bodhisattva, relying on prajnaparamita,

Compassion has no conditions.

Rather than three hundred prostrations,

Just as an elephant endures

If a bodhisattva has the notions of self,

The wise one abandons both good and evil.

The empty character of all dharmas.

The mind is the forerunner.

Before winter comes,

All dharmas expounded by the Tathagata

One who clings to nothing as supreme

One illuminates that all five aggregates are empty.

Just as one gathers many flowers

Manjushri asked.

The bodhisattva's vow

This merit surpasses the former merit.

Not meeting those you love is also suffering,

For one without clinging,

No form, no sound, no smell,

The bodhisattva does not teach the Dharma

On a morning of frost,

Delight in giving,

Due to past-life evil karma

One who craves desire

No eye, no ear, no nose, no tongue,

One who upholds the Dharma

Mind is Buddha itself,

A winter tree, though it drops all its leaves,

If merit had substance,

One who is empty, still, and pure

Victory breeds enmity;

Relying on prajnaparamita,

True practice is not eliminating afflictions.

A grateful heart

One who knows both extremes

The bodhisattva should not be

One who has abandoned desire

At the end of a year,

Just as snow falls

The Tathagata comes from nowhere

Spread loving-kindness to all the world.

Form is emptiness itself

Just as the wise one looks down from a hilltop

Knowing the end,

On the day of the Buddha's enlightenment,

The assembly of particles

The wise one regards gold as a stone

Like a raft for crossing a river,

No sensation,

Large and small

As you bring the year to a close,

Better than worshipping many gods

When one knows that in all dharmas there is no self,

In the place of gathering,

Neither arising

One who has uprooted craving entirely

The bodhisattva practices

On the long night of the winter solstice,

It is like dew, it is like lightning.

By not doing evil oneself,

Even when falling asleep and waking up,

Bodhisattva —

See beings

As the year draws to its close,

Not clinging to the past,

Taking up the bowl,

At the end of a year,

Though the year passes,

The mind is the forerunner of all actions.

Arouse the mind without dwelling anywhere.

Form is emptiness,

Health is the highest gain,

Cultivate a mind of boundless love

Do not look at the faults of others,

Mind is the Buddha, and the Buddha is mind.

A long journey begins with a single step.

Because beings are ill, I too am ill.

Flowing water cannot be stopped,

Like a lion that is not startled by sounds,

The past mind cannot be grasped,

We live so happily,

The true nature of all things is emptiness:

The mind, wavering and unsteady,

Within a single particle of dust

Hatred is never appeased by hatred in this world.

May all living beings be happy,

Better than a thousand meaningless words

Silence is like the roar of thunder.

Overcome anger with love,

All conditioned things

What use is it to speak many words

The very mind that first aspired to awakening

A lotus flower blooms in the mud

Neither too much nor too little —

You yourself are your own master.

With no hindrance in the mind,

Know that this body is like foam.

Even in a single tree, a single blade of grass,

Of all paths, the Eightfold Path is supreme;

Heedfulness is the path to the deathless;

Like a lion that is not startled by sounds,

All the marks the Tathagata has spoken of

In a single grain of dust the three-thousand realms are contained,

A fool who lives with a wise person

Neither arising nor ceasing,

That which cannot be expressed in words —

Just as a mother would protect with her life

Better than a thousand words

That which adorns the Buddha-land

Faith is the source of the Way

Living without enemies,

Cross the rushing torrent.

With no hindrance in the mind,

When the believing mind is pure,

From pleasure comes sorrow,

The bodhisattva was born for the sake of beings.

Illness arises

Do good,

The wise one, through diligence,

This Dharma is equal;

Gate gate pāragate.

A thought arises and immediately passes;

Overcome anger with love.

For one who clings, there is fear;

A flower spreads its fragrance without reserve;

You are your own master.

All conditioned phenomena

Hatred is never appeased by hatred in this world.

The very mind that first aspired to awakening

Whether standing, walking, sitting or lying down,

A bodhisattva should perform acts of giving

Having illuminated that all five aggregates are empty,

Find a person who points out your faults,

Affliction is none other than enlightenment.

All sentient beings have wisdom and virtue.

The mind is restless and unsteady,

There is no fixed dharma

The wise one has neither greed nor foolishness.

No eye, no ear, no nose, no tongue,

Though one might conquer a million men in battle,

Karma follows like a shadow.

A single bowl of fragrant rice

If someone perceives me through form,

Even in darkness, see the light;

One who quarrels in the world,

There is no suffering, no origin of suffering,

Meeting a good spiritual friend

The past has already gone,

The Tathagata cannot be seen

See sentient beings without the thought of 'sentient beings';

Neither clinging inwardly,

Not by much talking is the Dharma known.

This is the great mantra,

When the mind is pure, the land is pure;

Like a leaky boat,

The Tathagata comes from nowhere

Like a lotus blooming from the mud,

One who is broadly learned, who upholds the Dharma,

The fragrance of flowers does not go against the wind;

Whatever form there is,

All things are created by the mind.

Whatever beings there are,

Go with the perfection of wisdom.

Gone where he needs to go,

This illness is borne

On the day the Buddha was born,

Be not negligent in doing good.

Even if someone donated

Having abandoned sensual pleasures,

No form, no sensation, no perception,

Do not make loved ones.

The bodhisattva never abandons beings.

In a small room,

Know that this body is like a clay jar,

Apart from all marks,

One who has learned the truth,

Far apart from all confused and inverted views,

Like spring flowers blooming and falling,

Just as relatives and friends welcome back

Sometimes, answering with silence

Because merit has no substance,

The one who is virtuous, wise, broadly learned,

Guard your eyes well,

With courageous diligence

Therefore in emptiness there is no form,

Where beings are,

The one who does not know shame in what is shameful,

The bodhisattva does not receive merit.

Health is the highest gain,

Look at the world with the eyes of a child.

Victory breeds enmity;

Where there is pure faith,

There is no ignorance,

The one who cannot see his own faults

True practice

A mother's grace

Just as a cowherd drives cattle

What is called the Buddhadharma

The home is full of impediments

There is no old age and death,

As water washes away mud,

Meeting a good spiritual friend

Fragrant teachings

Know that this sutra is inconceivable,

All tremble at violence;

The middle way gives vision and knowledge;

There is no wisdom

The bodhisattva practices bodhisattva conduct

The world seems full but is empty;

Space is everywhere

To teach the Dharma

One who insists on nothing as supreme

From easy and beneficial,

Because there is nothing to attain,

Small kindnesses gathered together

Only if there is a field of affliction

One who has abandoned craving

In truth, there is no being

Cross the river,

Not being disturbed by harsh words,

Do not take hold of the Dharma,

Just as rain moistens the earth,

Think before you speak,

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva,

When you meet an angry person,

Not being stained by worldly dharmas

Live each moment fully.

The unified appearance

Wanting nothing at all —

Freedom from illness is the highest gain,

O Shariputra,

Even if it is hard to do good,

Truthful words

Good and evil,

Do not view the Tathagata by the thirty-two marks.

One is not an elder

In the Buddha there is a precious jewel;

When practicing deep prajnaparamita,

Like the summer sun,

The Eightfold Path is the best of paths;

The realm of the Buddha

How should the mind abide?

To win a thousand battles, a thousand times,

Reduce greed,

Form does not differ from emptiness;

All past Buddhas

Just as a river flows into the sea,

Even not speaking is teaching;

Eating, putting on clothes,

Through heedfulness

Even in the heat,

Whether looking up or looking down,

This person has planted good roots

One crosses over all suffering and distress.

Better to walk alone

Because beings are ill,

Water flows to the lowest place.

The Tathagata knows all and sees all.

Just as rain seeps into a poorly thatched house,

The king of truth

Neither defiled

Mount Sumeru enters a mustard seed,

It matters more how you see yourself

Have a mind that is

Apart from all marks,

Just as a small fire can burn an entire mountain,

One who does not argue,

Neither increasing

Just as one tells of events in a dream after waking,

When a single thought turns,

From attachment comes grief,

Even if one donated seven treasures

Contemplate the body in the body,

This is the great mantra,

A lotus cannot bloom without water.

Do good,

A practitioner who speaks little,

In truth, there is no dharma by which

Unstained by desire,

Gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā.

When the mind is still,

Like a tree preparing for autumn,

If a stream-entrant thinks,

Without attachment to food,

There is no realm of the eye,

Enlightenment is not far away.

Even in the heat of summer,

Wisdom comes from learning,

Wherever even four lines of this sutra are taught,

Do not forget old age in your youth.

A practitioner who is not angry,

There is no path of suffering, no arising, no cessation;

Life-and-death and nirvana are not two;

Just as starlight shines brighter

To revere mother and father,

This Dharma is equal;

Having cut off clinging,

All Buddhas of the three times

One who speaks lies

Just as the fragrance of a bowl of rice

Practice is not something grand.

One who says the Tathagata comes and goes,

Craving grows like a creeper.

Just as a mother

Therefore know that prajnaparamita

This world appears as a pure Buddha-land

Before autumn comes,

The wise one, like an island

If anyone perceives me through form

Know freedom from illness as the highest gain,

It removes all suffering.

Be a lamp unto yourself;

Like the autumn sky,

When giving, do not dwell in form;

In the Dharma there is a precious jewel;

O Shariputra,

Vimalakirti's illness

One who has well governed the mind

In the season of harvest,

One should give rise

Faith is the seed,

Therefore in emptiness

Just as birds flying through the sky

When the mind is pure,

The moon is reflected in water

The name of this sutra

Long life does not make one wise.

Abandoning a kingdom,

There is no ignorance, nor any ending of ignorance,

Silence can be deeper than words.

Even countless eons of good karma

Abandon anger,

The bodhisattva, apart from all marks,

Do not be afraid to ask.

Attained supreme and perfect enlightenment.

O practitioner,

The narrow is wide,

When a single thought of evil arises,

Without self, without others,

One who has crossed the flood,

Having crossed the stream of desire,