法演禪師語錄 3.123

3.123

Whenever I peruse your verses on fine reclusion, / The pure breeze is all the more lovable. / Sometimes I speak of it to others, / But people of the world do not understand at all. / Turning my head, I gaze toward Mount Heng, / The sacred peak a thousand leagues away. / Walking alone, I stand in the slanted sunlight, / Rustling, I hear the pipes of autumn.