Sun slants across the room
differently each day; sometimes her
young friend (who points to the earth) shines
but sometimes darkness holds him
Sun
strikes the young man on the altar mostly in winter. At the height of
summer he reposes in shade. There is no hindrance; light and its absence
require each other to make one universe.
In darkest night it is perfectly clear; in the light of dawn it is hidden.
It is a standard for all things; its use removes all suffering.
Although it is not constructed, it is not beyond words.
Like facing a precious mirror; form and reflection behold each other.
-- Dongshan, "Song of the Precious Mirror Samadhi" in Taishō shinshū daizōkyō (1924-33) reprinted in Hongzhi, Cultivating the Empty Field, 2000, tr. Leighton and Yi Wu