萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 5.50

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No traces (an antelope hanging by its horns) / No news (having long owed and not met) / White clouds have no root (the marvelous substance originally has no place) / What color is the clear wind? (all over the body, where could there be any track?)
Diffusing the canopy of heaven without intention, (it can still emerge from the mountain peaks) / Supporting the earth with power; (spending no energy)
Fathoming the deep source of a thousand ages, (all flowing out from here) / Crafting the mold and pattern for the myriad forms. (sealed by a single dharma)
When the lands and dust-motes meet in the Way, everywhere is Samantabhadra; (blocking streets and cutting off alleys)
When the gates of the tiered pavilions open, / each and every one is Maitreya. (bumping into and colliding with him)