明覺禪師語錄 5.145

5.145

Carrying a staff down the cinnabar screen, / Profusely the snow is falling. / In floating life, who has not arrived? / Naturally you return again to your old country. / Behind clouds, the gibbon's cry ceases; / Sky far away, the osprey's shadow is faint. / In the ancient wind and moon of Lotus City, / You can once more stir the pure dynamic.