明覺禪師語錄 5.22

5.22

Ten thousand plants pour forth fragrance, not knowing the power of spring; / Beside cliffs and at the bottom of torrents, gathering reds and wrinkling turquoises. / Taking advantage of the inspiration, with whom to go together? / Solitary tracks far match any rival. / Have you not seen: / The five hundred holy ones guide the heroic dynamic; / The numinous peak conceals and nurtures, profoundly boundless. / Old Hanshan, Old Hanshan, / Followed the sunken traces; / Journeying far, going forth, you must search and seek. / When flowers fall and flowers bloom, looking out alone, / Remember the white clouds embracing the secluded rocks.