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.