萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 1.96

1.96

'On the tips of the hundred grasses, boundless spring; (Jiashan is still here.) / Reaching out a hand to pick it up, it is used intimately. (Entering overgrown fields, making no choice.) / A sixteen-foot golden body, an accumulation of merit; (Inquiring after health.) / Casually hand in hand entering the red dust. (Playing the part as the occasion requires.) / Able to act as master within the dust, (Once power is in one's hands,) / from outside the transformation [subjects] naturally come as guests. (Look and see when the command is executed.) / At every touch, life's needs are amply sufficient to one's lot; (Not obtained from others.) / Never minding that one's skills are not equal to others.' (The face shows no shame.)