Sun Face Buddha, Moon Face Buddha—
stars fall, thunder rolls,
the mirror faces forms without subjectivity;
the pearl in a bowl rolls of itself.
Don’t you see, before the hammer, gold refined a hundred times;
under the scissors, silk from one loom.

Hongzhi Zhengjue, Verse from Book of Serenity, Case 36

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