Traveler:
"Oh, Sober Monarch, the first chapter of my journey,
I come from that clamorous, foggy old field.
Why does your courtyard grow no grass, only frost?
Can you use your wisdom to resolve this confusion of "true and false"?"

Adjudicator:
"O traveler, you are dust-covered, your eyes are filled with impermanence.
Come, follow me, and see this pond, solidified by "Time".
Look, that which in summer once mixed "clear and turbid"—the waves...
At this moment, what is left, shining under my moonlight?"

Traveler:
"I see the ice, like a mirror, flat, hard, and bright.
I also see what was once hidden "underwater"—the withered branches and decayed soil.
They are forever solidified beneath the ice layer,
Separated from the "clear" "ice" for the first time, so distinctly."

Adjudicator:
"What you see is precisely Adjudication's truth.
I am not Judgment; I merely let "all things" return to their Original Aspect.
I bring cold, not for punishment or slaughter,
But rather, to let that "illusory" heat wave stop its mad growth."

Adjudicator:
"When "Desire's" moisture is by me condensed into ice,
That true skeleton will then reveal its form before your eyes.
The Bedrock you seek is never in the outer mountains;
It is precisely in your own naked True Nature, after you shed all disguises."