明覺禪師語錄 2.47

2.47

On pine roots and atop stones, once there was only me; / Looking in the four directions all was desolate, who could not do so? / How could one know that the white phoenix would deliver good news, / Casting away tens of thousands of turbulent clouds? / Streams and mountains overlap as spring draws to an end; / The wind delivers fallen flowers and willows fly catkins. / Waiting for the moon with a golden bowl must have its appointed time; / The jeweled crown reflecting in water is surely not without basis. / Jing the Chan practitioner, remember again my deep admonition: / He is a man of the state, truly a bright constellation. / Meeting in leisure, do not take it lightly; / The noble deeds of humans and gods preserve lofty footprints.