宏智禪師廣錄 8.149

8.149

雲林風雪暮纖纖。滴瀝寒聲曉斷簷。一點丐心盟杖屨。
十分化事入鎚鉗。霽光如拭月無礙。
華錦落機春不嫌。百億分身遍塵剎。見聞蕭灑孰相粘。

In the cloudy forest, wind and snow at twilight are delicate and fine;
Dripping cold sounds at dawn cease beneath the eaves.
A single mind of begging aligns with staff and sandals;
Fully transformed affairs enter the hammer and tongs.
The cleared light is as if wiped clean; the moon meets no obstruction;
Brocade flowers fall from the loom; spring does not disfavor them.
Hundreds of billions of transformation bodies pervade the dust-like lands;
Seeing and hearing are crisp and free—who clings to another?