宏智禪師廣錄 8.190

8.190

真味酣心倚瘦笻。蕭騷風嘯一蹊松。無人共語圓通境。
笑看雲吞石耳峯。

Intoxicated at heart by the true taste, I lean on my lean staff;
Rustling, the wind whistles through a path of pines.
With no one to speak with of the realm of perfect penetration,
I laughingly watch clouds swallow the Peak of Stone Ears.