Sitting very still, I go with the pain,
Following breath, in and out are the same.
Now I go to hang my hat on the wall,
But there is no hook on which to hang the hat,
There is no wall to hang the hook.
There is no hat to hang or fall.
There is no floor onto which to fall.
There is no one to hang this non-existent hat.
Has a dog Buddha nature?
Void of any and all characteristics,
This Buddha nature is.
There is no dog to have anything,
There is nothing to be had.
No ears, no eyes,
Not tail to wag this no dog.
Ha ha ha ha ha!