Your true nature is not lost in moments of delusion, nor is it gained at the moment of enlightenment.
It was never born and can never die.
It shines through the whole universe, filling emptiness, one with emptiness.
It is without time or space, and has no passions, no people, and no buddhas; it contains not the smallest hairbreadth of anything that exists objectively; it depends on nothing and is attached to nothing.
It is all-pervading, radiant beauty: absolute reality, self-existent and uncreated.
How then can you doubt that the Buddha has no mouth to speak with and nothing to teach, or that the truth is learned without learning, for who is there to learn?
It is a jewel beyond all price.