法演禪師語錄 3.107

3.107

The inner chamber of Vimalakīrti is ever open; / Standing in the snow seeking mind, one awakens like Sudhana. / Trees grow old and blossoms wither as white clouds roll wildly; / Waves clear in the frosty night as the bright moon lingers. / Visiting from afar the lofty Gate of Non-duality, / Again you ride a weary horse, entering into the dust.