明覺禪師語錄 6.170

6.170

In those days Linji took leave of Huangbo,
Pointed either south of the river or north of the river.
Chan practitioner Ying today descends from Central Peak;
His meditation desk was once burned, yet laughing, he conforms.
With nine colors and a single horn, one is ashamed to be called auspicious;
Guiding by the moon and gazing at stars is also not the intent.
How can this match Shaoyang invigorating the ancient manner,
Refusing to retain hope halfway along the road?
Come home! Come home!
The flying cascade surges mightily, its sound like thunder.