圓悟佛果禪師語錄 19.18

19.18

Wild ducks cross the stream ahead; a thousand peaks take on a chilling hue. / Looking at each other, not knowing where to return, inevitably requiring a strike from the side. / Twisting open the mass of doubt, entanglements vanish; catching the wind, soaring straight down to pierce the azure skies. / Clouded mountains, ocean, and moon are all trivial matters; with a single word returning to the lineage, ten thousand kingdoms pay homage.