法苑珠林 29.55

29.55

The rare sound flowed far,
Looking with affection towards the east.
Delighting in the wind and longing for the Way,
Looking up to model the crossing to the west.
Subtleties exhausted at the tip of the brush,
Subtle movements upon light silk.
Entrusting colors that freeze in the void,
Almost reflecting the clouds and mists.
Traces flow through the myriad images,
The principle deepens its subtle intent.
Expressing inspiration to open the mind,
Guiding mortals onto the path of the sages.
A thousand Buddhas share in transforming,
Ten thousand worthy ones come with the dawn.
The imperial mind is moved with resonance;
Monks and laity encounter it together.