廣弘明集 30.21

30.21

Basking in the sun warms the spring garden; / In distant reverie, I sigh over time's passing.
Moved by things, I ponder where to place my trust; / Desolate, the lofty tone ascends.
I fondly recall the steep heights of Tiantai; / Vaguely, I gaze up at its craggy cliffs.
A cool wind sprinkles the orchid grove; / Pipes and flutes play clear sounds.
Heavenly cliffs nurture spiritual mist; / The spirit, unburdened, holds enduring moisture.
Cinnabar reflects in the emerald rapids; / Fragrant fungi shine with five bright colors.
Towering, the layered peaks are deep; / Vast and quiet, the stone chamber is bright.
Within there is a master seeking transformation; / Externalizing the body, he unties the worldly net.
Holding to simplicity, he calms the calculating mind; / Waving the dark, he brushes away non-thought.
Towering, the cliff of form collapses; / Bright and open, the hall of spirit unfolds.
Ceaselessly shifting without a creator; / Fleeting as a glimpse, adjacent to human forms.
I wish to follow that person's footsteps, / Stepping high, brandishing my staff.