per amorem, musicae artis, et ego dabo vobis cor

It’s like a painter Spreading the various colors: Delusion grasps different forms But the elements have no distinctions.

In the elements there’s no form, And no form in the elements; And yet apart from the elements No form can be found.

In the mind is no painting, In painting there is no mind; Yet not apart from mind Is any painting to be found.

That mind never stops, Manifesting all forms, Countless, inconceivably many, Unknown to one another.

Just as a painter Can’t know his own mind Yet paints due to the mind, So is the nature of all things.

Mind is like an artist, Able to paint the worlds: The five aggregates are all born thence; There’s nothing it doesn’t make.

As is the mind, so is the Buddha; As the Buddha, so living beings: Know that Buddha and mind Are in essence inexhaustible.

If people know the actions of mind Create all the worlds, They will see the Buddha And understand Buddha’s true nature.

Mind does not stay in the body, Nor body stay in mind: Yet it’s able to perform Buddha-work Freely, without precedent.

If people want to really know All Buddhas of all times, They should contemplate the nature of the cosmos: All is but mental construction.

Avatamsaka Sutra - 451, 452