大慧普覺禪師語錄 11.48

11.48

毛錐子上通消息，爭似亡言絕見知，後夜一輪空界月，清光千里共依依。

Transmitting messages on the tip of a brush—
how can that compare to forgetting speech and severing views?
Late at night, a single wheel of the moon in empty space;
its pure light, across a thousand miles, shines on us together.