虛堂和尚語錄 1.72

1.72

On the major death anniversary of Emperor Huizong, ascending the hall: "The sage has no self, yet there is nowhere he is not self; throughout all dust-mote kṣetras there is nothing that is not it. A hair's breadth of difference loses a thousand leagues. The immortal retinue fluttered away never to return; let the pure wind rise across the six directions."