法演禪師語錄 3.125

3.125

On a clear spring day, touching the rocks, wishing to soar high, / Before the terrace of the Duke of Wan you cross through the emerald mist. / Originally having no mind to produce rain and dew, / How could they ever intend to leak the heavenly secret? / Relying on the momentum of wind and thunder, their sound and light reach far; / Receiving their shade, the grass and trees become lush and rich in hue. / Do not say that once merit is accomplished they disperse in vain; / Secretly promising to the cliff-dwelling: at what time will they return?