宏智禪師廣錄 8.474

8.474

枯禪胸底洗餘紛。一點虛明湛若存。剎剎塵塵成淨土。
華華葉葉發靈根。無心頗肖雲為潤。
有照渾如月破昏。舒卷縱橫俱在我。箇人真得總持門。

In the chest of withered Chan, lingering confusion is washed away;
A single point of empty brightness remains as if preserved.
Every realm and every dust-mote becomes a pure land;
Every flower and every leaf sprouts from the spiritual root.
Having no mind, it resembles clouds bringing moisture;
Possessing illumination, it is just like the moon breaking through darkness.
Unfurling and rolling up freely are entirely up to me;
This person has truly attained the gate of dhāraṇī.