虛堂和尚語錄 7.95

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Luminous and clear, it cannot be inscribed; / Interrupted and continuing, who will listen again? / On the sea is an utterly foolish one; / In the mountains there are no commoners. / The wind from the heavens generates silent pipes; / The frosted moon descends upon the cold sandbar. / When you go, forget secluded exploration; / The layered crags are not yet bolted shut.