廣弘明集 30.20

30.20

Sitting upright, adjacent to a solitary shadow, / Far and indistinct, my dark contemplation is weary.
Proud and unyielding, I guide the spiritual reins; / Outlining and summarizing, I synthesize famous texts.
Wading through Laozi, I chuckle at the Double Mystery; / Opening Zhuangzi, I appreciate the Great Beginning.
As chanting rises, the clear wind gathers; / Whatever thoughts I touch are all calm and joyful.
Looking down, I rejoice in the richness of substance and elegance; / Looking up, I mourn the passing of the two masters.
Desolate, the far pillar is distant; / Quiet, the town of Meng is empty.
How vast, the affairs of a thousand years! / Melting away, they return to emptiness and nothingness.
Since it is nothingness, what sorrow is there again? / Myriad distinctions return to a single path.
The conjunction with the Way values dark reflection; / Wangxiang gathers the dark pearl.
Grieving, the turbid water settles clear; / How could I forget to reflect in the pure canal?
Reversing the mirror, I return to pure tranquility; / Leisurely, I harbor the tallies of the Way.
The mind is close to the principle of principles; / The body is distant from the thing of things.
Desolate, human affairs depart; / Alone, I dwell with the divine spirit.