汾陽無德禪師語錄 2.27

2.27

"Drawing the bow and fitting the arrow, he called you to turn back; / Not awakening to the ancestral master's special intention in coming. / Every one of them runs along following their drunken confusion; / Recognizing shadows within words, the shadows are hard to dispel. / Sanping had still not brought it forth entirely; / The crashing thunderclaps resound through the nine regions."