Non-arising place mythical flower emerges, Walls and rubble give dharma talk, Subject and object from the same Mind, no separation at all, Sentient and non-sentient beings finished in one stroke.

Sending out a letter with thousands of words, Mountains and rivers, incompletely described, Hard to say a word, how to write it down, Might as well be silent and naturally let it show.

Crescent moon entering high autumn water turns chilly, A little more brightness a little more clarity, Chrysanthemums yellowing in September emit fragrance, One season flowers wither, one season flowers bloom.

How can fragrance from side shoot be different from branch, Two arrowheads touch and dance together, Despite seeing with your eyes, No matter looking left or up flowers are the same.