明覺禪師語錄 5.18

5.18

Spring rain is like rich oil, spring clouds are like cranes; / Suddenly here, suddenly there, now stopping, now arising. / Withered roots spread apart, the wind is too late; / Secluded rocks piece by piece, the vast sky is also perilous. / A single flower opens with five petals, yet they are not alike; / Solitary and brightly proud, he still knows himself. / Still knows himself: / Traveling through Wei and journeying to Liang was all in vain.