I search for ox of the land of heaven
Swiped and yelled but no avail
I am innocent and ignorant
Blinded by my own existence

Until I look down and see footprints
I followed and ran without attention
Is this the ox of the heaven?
I shall see when I have a glimpse

A glimpse of the oxtail
I ran and chased the ox through the hill
The faster I ran, the more ox I see
Through the battles nowhere to be

The ox I see
And the ox I catch
But its strength
Keep me off balance

Then the ox is tamed
And everything seems complete
But it was the self that cannot see
That the ox was no enemy

Upon that realization
I ride the ox as its friend
I sing the song of love and joy
On the way home to heaven site

I see the ox no longer there
And I let my being run its course
The ox appears in everything
And the self began to pray deeply

I prayed in love and joy
Until the self and the ox merge to one
No more chasing or seeking
Only infinite nothing

As I return to being
The root is now clear
The beauty and love of all things
Colorful and joyest forever without end

So I laugh, and I sing
For the ox is me and all things
I walk down the path of mortal life
And know that there is a heave inside