諸經要集 2.118

2.118

"Fine steeds rely on the whip; / Orchids and iris await the fragrant breeze. / The ultimate principle is truly hard to see; / Who but the extraordinary can comprehend it? / Submitting one's mind, one looks up to the consummate summit, / Purifying and illuminating, one enters the profound mystery. / Holding the reins, one transcends the three realms of existence; / Soaring in flight, one ascends to the four immaterial spheres. / Official robes and hairpins are like a fleeting dream; / Wealth and profit are like dust. / With a high bow taking leave of worldly customs, / One freely and gracefully emerges from the cage of vexations."