宏智禪師廣錄 9.247

9.247

湛而不渾。妙而長存。秋水何色。野雲無根。半夜天空河漢淨。
老兔濯濯明月魂。

Clear and not turbid; wondrous and ever-abiding.
What color is autumn water? Wild clouds have no root.
At midnight the sky is empty, the Milky Way is pure;
The old hare washes clean, the soul of the bright moon.