Stars Are Far Apart

There are three thousand weak waters in the world, which do not carry superficial reputations and do not cross the ordinary mind. What is not is powerless, what is is rejects all forms. Light feathers sink into the abyss, everything is empty, Silent and silent, it cuts through the past and present. No waves, no dust, It is empty or illusory, it is real but not real. The reflection is traceless, the void arises and dies, If there is no thought, all dharmas will be eliminated. Nameless and formless, not entering the mortal world, It is the beginning of Tao and the root of nothingness.