如淨和尚語錄 2.120

2.120

The ten thousand dharmas return to the one: / Being born is just like putting on a robe. / Where does the one return? / Dying is also like taking off trousers. / Birth and death, taking off and putting on, have no bearing on it: / A single streak of divine light constantly stands out alone. / Yi! Swift flames outrun the wind, releasing the great dynamic; / In every dust mote and every world, there is no obstruction.