明覺禪師語錄 5.20

5.20

White clouds are unfettered, / Cold, detached, pure, and extraordinary. / The standard of snow falls short; / The demeanor of cranes is even lower. / Hanging across the sky and washing the sun, seeming to gather yet not gathering; / Becoming rain to follow the dragon, proudly promising a certain time. / Ah, leisurely and drifting, suddenly the spring wind blows; / South, north, east, west—only I know. / Who knows? / When casting shadows before Lotus Peak.