My commentary below in blue.
2. Discovering the footprints
Along the riverbank under the trees, I discover footprints!
- My search has led me to the right spot. What I am looking for is close, and more importantly it exists!
Even under the fragrant grass I see his prints.
Deep in remote mountains they are found.
These traces no more can be hidden than one’s nose, looking heavenward.
- And now that I have seen the signs. The indications that it exists. I begin to wonder how I ever missed them.
Original Comment: Understanding the teaching, I see the footprints of the bull. Then I learn that, just as many utensils are made from one metal, so too are myriad entities made of the fabric of self. Unless I discriminate, how will I perceive the true from the untrue? Not yet having entered the gate, nevertheless I have discerned the path.