明覺禪師語錄 5.38

5.38

The sea mountain is solitary and remote, not Penglai; / Mists are cold, clouds are deep, pines and cassias are old. / There is a guest who in mid-winter was extraordinarily lofty; / Marching at night through the great wilds, he earnestly sought [the Way]. / The crag chamber is deep and distant, defying the cold sky; / Ice and frost are aloof, separating into a grove of discourse. / Who says the hundred cities submerge the ancient moon? / Smiling at myself: from all eight sides arises a pure breeze. / Suddenly bidding me farewell to return again, / Followers of Huili look forward to your turning chariot. / Layer upon layer of endless pavilion gates— / When arriving, you will surely, for the times, slightly take your seat.