The perfect, luminous, and wondrous bodhi light shines upon the dharma realm that He gives birth to. If someone takes this dharma realm as truly existent, as a real and indestructible dharma, as self or as belonging to self, then it is like a single leaf blocking the eye—one sees the false and not the true, and fails to see the radiance of the wondrous luminous true mind of the fundamental essence, the self-nature. Thus birth and death flow on without cease.
Write words on a blackboard with a piece of chalk—what are those words? They are all chalk dust. If you only recognize the words and not the chalk, the chalk dust is obscured. The chalk is a metaphor for the self-natured pure mind, the perfect wondrous luminous true mind; the chalk dust is a metaphor for the self-nature's luminosity; the words on the blackboard are a metaphor for worldly dharmas; and the blackboard is a metaphor for the worldly realm.
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