It is the sovereign remedy
That perfectly allays all maladies.
It is the tree that gives relief
To those who wander wearily the pathways of existence.
It is the universal bridge that saves
All wandering beings from the states of loss,
The rising moon of the enlightened mind
That soothes the sorrows born of the afflictions.
It is the mighty sun that utterly dispels
The musty ignorance of wandering beings,
The creamy butter, rich and full,
That's churned from milk of holy teaching.
The Way of the Bodhisattva,
Ch. 2, Taking Hold of Bodhicitta
verses 30 - 32.
Photograph: Wissahickon Valley, behind Thomas Mansion