宏智禪師廣錄 2.154

2.154

No footprints or traces;
Cut off from news.
White clouds have no root;
What color has the clear wind?
Spreading out the canopy of heaven without intention;
Bearing the chariot of earth with great power.
Plumbing the deep source of a thousand ages;
Fashioning the model of myriad forms.
Where dust particles and lands meet in the Way, Samantabhadra is everywhere;
When the pavilion doors open, every single thing is Maitreya.