宏智禪師廣錄 1.51

1.51

Ascending the hall, [the Master] said, "The hundred bones all scatter and collapse; one thing is constantly and eternally numinous. The white clouds' function exhausted, the green mountains are graceful; the green mountains' road turns, the white clouds welcome. Never dead, never born. The golden cord jerks the mud ox's nose around; at midnight it is driven to plow upon the sea."