萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 5.98

5.98

"Going out the gate, he spurs his horse to sweep away the comets; (The general's orders outside the threshold.)
The smoke and dust of the myriad realms naturally clear away. (Where the wind blows, the grass bends.)
At the twelve loci, idle shadows and echoes vanish; (Brought together into one family.)
The three-thousandfold world radiates pure, bright light." (No longer of two different kinds.)