In sleep, the six spheres of thought,
sound, touch, sight, taste, and smell seem real.
This same mind views the world by day—
bless me to regard all phenomena as dreams.
The mind has no color, no shape, no weight,
no inside, no outside, no origin, and no cessation—
bless me to examine this unborn awareness.
Emptiness cures all wrong views,
but those who hold the view of emptiness are incurable—
bless me to allow even the antidote to self-liberate.
The mind is empty luminosity,
peaceful and clear, free from elaboration—
bless me to rest in the nature of the essence.
While walking, standing, sitting, or lying,
the empty luminosity must not retreat before appearances—
bless me to ever remain a child of illusion.