One word becomes reality, after break through, Plucking casually, playing the void, Countless humans and heavenly beings bow together, Flash of lightning causes an uproar.

No leaves fall before the green mountain peak, Piece by piece touches the ground, no need to chase, One broom here seems too much, A gust of wind sweeps leaves back.

Large alms bowl and small bowls hold precious delicacy, Holy Monk finishes the meal, left over on the table, Do not attach to left-overs, Done with this meal, not affected by.

Worldly affairs resolved in big belly, Not even dust can fall on this white body, Vacant position still waits for the Master, Yet, mundane people only look forward to future prospects.