宏智禪師廣錄 8.252

8.252

將看秋早瘦風林。禾卷黃雲副丐心。妙印手中那外物。
虛空胸次不容針。誰家落甑炊香雪。
後夜歸船棹軟金。洗足蒲團松石上。繞籬山水有清音。

Looking at the early autumn thinning the windy woods; / The grain rolls like yellow clouds, fulfilling the begging heart. / How could the wondrous seal in your hand be an external thing? / In the expanse of empty space within your breast, not a needle can enter. / In whose house does the rice pot steam fragrant snow? / On a later night, the returning boat rows through soft gold. / Washing feet on the zafu atop pine and rock, / Encircling the fence, the mountain streams have a pure sound.