虛堂和尚語錄 7.212

7.212

踪跡渾如漾綠漪，畫橈曾不近漁磯，有時夢落秋江去，
短笛橫吹載月歸。

Its traces are completely like drifting on green ripples;
Its painted oars have never approached the fishing ledge.
At times in dreams it drifts away to the autumn river;
Transversely playing a short flute, returning laden with the moon.