如淨和尚語錄 2.23

2.23

Ascending the hall: "The young of the caterpillar, dead, encounters the solitary wasp,
which prays over it, saying: 'Be like me! Be like me!'
Under Tiantong's gate, is there anyone like me?
For ten thousand miles, not a wisp of cloud hangs;
heaven and earth are a single ball of raging fire."