明覺禪師語錄 6.135

6.135

Branching from the ancient road, islets spread afar;
How can the netting and head-rope be lifted?
Sick eyes just opening, suddenly I see someone off;
Falling blossoms startle and break off the song of mountain birds.
Close Chan traveler, close Chan traveler!
Walking and walking on,
Striding alone through the southwestern realm to dispel these feelings.