宏智禪師廣錄 9.438

9.438

形雖老蒼。事不窮忙。味真嚼蠟。面冷刮霜。撒手行空劫。
全身入帝鄉。回頭游戲成三昧。春上百華蜂采香。

Though the form is withered and old, / Affairs do not exhaust or hurry it. / Taste the genuine like chewing wax; / The face is cold, scraping off frost. / Letting go of the hands, walking through the kalpa of emptiness; / The entire body enters the imperial city. / Turning the head, playful sport becomes samādhi; / Spring mounts the hundred flowers, bees gather fragrance.