人天眼目 2.191

2.191

Master Kang's round form is stagnant and unclear;
Deep in demons, vainly wasting away, striking cold ice.
When the phoenix spreads its wings, it transcends the blue empyrean;
What can one rely on to simulate the eight moves of Jin's front?
This capacity is the counterpart, yet facing the counterpart one is bewildered;
Opening the capacity, the capacity is distant; far off, the capacity dwells.
In the evening sun, under the midday sun, who hangs [entangled]?
Due to the underlying underlying matter, one is blocked by emotional delusion.