Coming from within the absolute is lotus flowers blooming on parched ground -- their golden calyxes and silver stems are bathed in jade dewdrops. The eminent monk does not sit on the phoenix pedestal. The relative within the absolute -- the moon is bright at midnight, the sun must greet the dawn. The absolute within the relatives: hair tip becomes a huge tree, a drop of water becomes a river. Arriving in both -- spirit does not come from heaven or earth; how can heroism depend on the four seasons for its impulse? Simultaneous realization ---the jade woman casts the shuttle on the whirring loom, the stone man beats the drum, boom boom.


Fen Yang Shan Chao