虛堂和尚語錄 10.52

10.52

Fujian’s mountains are green, Zhejiang’s waters blue;
going and staying are leisurely, forgetting shadows and traces.
Hastening from the autumn audience to straighten his meditation robe,
he wondered who in heaven and earth would recognize him.
If one is recognized, there is still no fixed measure;
the bellows and furnace of Nanshan are blazing hot—look and see what color the fire is!