Neither one nor duality, offer you-beings, Immeasurable time and directions, one grain becomes billions, Water in alms bowl tastes like heavenly sweet dew, Ghosts in the wilderness receive according to karma.

See abbot’s office harboring the boundless universe, Now it divulges a secret to you, Wandering back and forth in front of the door, Not like Hui-Leng suddenly rolling up the curtain. Asking you all, “What secret is being divulged?”

Tying hair in a top knot with a jade hairpin, Keeping three thousand strands from flying about, How can one’s beautiful appearance be like before? Mirror always reflects, but the reflection is now incomplete.

Blue sky as a medium, the message can not pass, Green branches expanding south-north and west-east, Look at the root, a spot of white, All gather around the old pine.