大慧普覺禪師語錄 12.88

12.88

Pointing east and drawing west with his hand, / Babbling wildly and talking nonsense with his mouth. / Accustomed from birth to weaving entanglements of vines, / His natural innocence does not stem from fabrication. / There is Cai Zhengqing, who constantly comes to touch base. / Water flows toward the wet, fire moves toward the dry; / Round as a horse's face, according to whatever people fancy.