宏智禪師廣錄 8.167

8.167

殘毳編衣裹槁形。胸中底事獨醒醒。亡機沖應用時妙。
活眼冷窺虛處靈。語秀錦雲春片段。
氣清梅雪曉零星。而今功盡牛頭懶。華鳥不來風掃庭。

Scraps of down woven into clothing wrap a withered form;
What matter in your chest alone stays fully awake?
Bereft of contrivance, functioning freely, wondrous when applied;
A living eye coldly peers into the numinous in the void.
Refined words are like brocade clouds, fragments of spring;
Pure breath is like plum snow, scattered stars at dawn.
Now that merit is exhausted, Niutou turns lazy;
Flowers and birds do not come; the wind sweeps the courtyard.