明覺禪師語錄 5.40

5.40

The patch-robe gathers remnant clouds, the wind is high and beyond neighbors;
Leaning against the sky, reflecting the snow, it is fit to withstand the vital ford.
Gazing to the ends of the eight bounds, spring mountains are like indigo;
Freely pacing the nine wilds, islet grass is like a mat.
The thirty-four elders have not lightly known it;
So awe-inspiring beyond the mundane, how could one become familiar with it?