A Clear Mind

My mind is like the autumn moon
shining clean and clear in the green pool.
No, that’s not a good comparison.
Tell me, how shall I explain?

On Cold Mountain lives a naked insect,
its body is white and its head is black.
In its arm it carries a couple of books,
one “The Way” and the other “The Power.”
At home it doesn’t bother with kettle or stove,
on a journey it takes along no clothes,
but always it carries the sword of True Wisdom
to cut down the thieves of senseless desire.