虛堂和尚語錄 7.152

7.152

The patriarchs' burden is ultimately hard to shoulder;
Perching on the cliff is entirely reachable.
Loving leisure, I begrudge the short days;
Meeting inspiration, I do not know how to return.
The valley roars as wind battles the tiger;
The window brightens as the moon opens the barrier.
For the rest of my life there are no other thoughts;
What I have gained is to be left slack and clumsy.