Shundo David Haye

Radiant light serenely illuminates the sands of the Ganges. 
The ordinary and sages, beings with spirits, are equally my home.
A single moment is beyond birth, actualizing the undivided.
A subtle movement of the six sense roots shelters the clouds.
Removing delusions increases sickness. 
Going toward true thusness is also wrong.
Follow the worldly conditions with no hindrance. 
Nirvana and birth-and-death are both flowers in the sky.