宏智禪師廣錄 9.211

9.211

寒山骨瘦。雪林氣清。萬機寢削。一點光明。其靈不可像。
其妙不可名。默倚蒲團坐終日。爾道何時不太平。

On cold mountains bones are lean; in snowy forests the air is pure.
Ten thousand machinations are stilled and peeled away; a single point of bright light.
Its numinous nature cannot be depicted;
Its wondrousness cannot be named.
Silently leaning against the cattail cushion, sitting all day long—
Tell me, when has it ever not been at peace?