虛堂和尚語錄 10.64

10.64

Illuminating the mind with stillness, he fled from his shadow at noon;
contemplating the subtle through emptiness, he just awakened from the great dream.
Across ten thousand leagues of Min and E, a wisp of cloud flies;
how could that compare to the moon reaching the tops of a thousand peaks?
Assistant Prior Jing, all alone and loftily detached:
a stalk of thatch after the fire—once touched, he instantly grasps it.