This Book is written by Arthur Osborne.
The world’s an extension of you—
Nothing outside.
Let what will betide;
Only ensue
The inner self of you,
For this is true.For a day you wear
The garb of earth and air,
Knowledge confined
To mortal mind:
Only a spell to break,
A dream from which to wake.So long it lasts,
Don’t think you originate
The play of fate Its shadow casts.
Be a glass polished bright
To reflect the Light.But Hui Neng said
There is no glass.
Let the ego-self be dead,
This will come to pass.
Then all fate’s teeth are drawn
In that glad dawn.