By purely sitting on the hassock, the mind for the Way progresses,
Being worthy of enjoying the refreshing lotus fragrance;
Though eighty-four thousand distinct ways exist,
Who is to know that the West* is immediately in the mind.
Pure and wondrous a home suffices to be a Chan abode,
Why go wasting your gold to purchase mountains?
As long as the mind is bright as the full moon,
A householder is more liberated than a renounced monk.