人天眼目 2.93

2.93

In every dust mote, the limit of reality is originally harmonious;
The entire body encompasses all, phenomena and principle being identical.
Responding to things and applying expedients, there are no fixed rules;
Formulating principle in accord with conditions, it transcends every snare.
At the tip of the pole is a road that allows carts and horses to pass;
Beneath the staff, unborn, one encounters the ancestral patriarch.
Emerging and submerging, crisscrossing, essence and function are complete;
The evening sun sinks in the west, and the river flows to the east.