廣弘明集 27.278

27.278

The two mountains of Yubei could still be moved; / An islet in the midst of the river can also be made. / When sincerity reaches its utmost, frost falls through the dust; / Where the resolve of one's spirit touches, gold and stone split apart. / Master You pricked his palm and his lofty name was established; / Scholar Wang plucked out his hair and his fair fame was passed down. / A diligent heart from of old has rarely stumbled or fallen; / Why not strive to emerge from anxiety and peril? / The banner of victory and the drum of Dharma are unfurled and struck; / The army of wisdom and the host of the path gallop forth in multitude. / The permanent and the non-self stand majestically arrayed; / How can the bonds of ignorance dare to peer in?