宏智禪師廣錄 8.333

8.333

石霜拈處最分明。萬萬千千一粒生。歸日飯香穿鼻孔。
相呼作舞下堂行。

Where Shishuang pointed it out is most distinct;
ten thousand upon thousands born of a single grain.
On the day of return, the fragrance of cooked rice pierces the nostrils;
calling to one another, they dance and walk down from the hall.