However remote, over the hills, and far away, the cow may wander,
Her nose reaches the heavens and none can conceal it.
III
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Seeing the Cow. He finds the way through the sound, he sees into the origin of things, and all his senses are in harmonious order. In all his activities, it is manifestly present. It is like the salt in water and the glue in colour. [It is there though not separably distinguishable.] When the eye is properly directed, he will find that it is no other thing than himself.
Yonder perching on a branch a nightingale sings cheerfully;
The sun is warm, the soothing breeze blows through the willows green on the bank;
The cow is there all by herself, nowhere is there room to hide herself;
The splendid head decorated with stately horns, what painter can reproduce her?