Light illuminates Trailokya without bias,

When door opens naturally sunlight enters the room,

Shut eyes and complain not bright and open.

Thousands of purple and red flow into the void,

Master ShengGong speaks Dharma, stubborn stones respond,

Illusive dream shadow of bubble clear at one time.

Go to no man’s land shadows all return,

Moon in water shows lineage, the rule of patriarch’s hall,

Tread down both ends, smell Osmanthus fragrance.

Noisy downtown area has tree rooted by wall,

Polluted outgoing habit is easy to achieve, the Way is hard to attain,

In red or black decides the fate, people are distinguished.

Interpretation and consciousness cannot sever dust,

The place all dharmas cannot reach, dust falls naturally,

Gain and not gain all in vain.

Exchange for few lengths of lotus flowers in pure land,

Ten directions all withdraw without omissions,

Together return to the origin and realize the truth.

Step by step not arising, step by step clear,

One-action Samadhi, truly miraculous,

No come no go, no impure no pure.

Painting handed over is not the same,

Outside the mundane, debating right or wrong is in vain,

How can it be like Mahakasyapa smiling.

Red dust flower is red, red flower is red,

At midnight awake from the dream, clear but not thorough,

Sun at dawn frost and snow melt suddenly.

See blood stains all over on straw shoes,

Follow the path full of stains identified,

Might as well bare feet tread on the ground.