When you look in the mirror
do you hope to see yourself,
and who is that face that stares back?
If you turn out the light, are you
still there in the mirror, or has
the illusion of you disappeared?
If you crack the mirror, do you
feel the pain of the scar across your face?
You cannot hope to see yourself,
for if you did see you,
you would then cease to be,
and the mirror would stare and see nothing.
You cannot search for the Buddha,
for in looking you make finding impossible.
All this looking and so
very little being: so just be.
A reflection on Case 7 of the Hekiganroku