明覺禪師語錄 5.82

5.82

To the empty crag the warm pitch-pipe returns;
Gazing as far as the eye can see, the view is again vast.
A few specks of clouds beyond the mundane;
In several places, rain among human beings.
Solitary is the moon over the vast ocean;
Looming is the ancestor of Shaolin.
In leaving, you must instruct weary mortals,
Letting the pure wind stand for a thousand ages.