宏智禪師廣錄 2.11

2.11

The cloud-rhinoceros plays with the moon, brilliantly containing its glow;
The wooden horse wanders through spring, swift and unrestrained.
A pair of cold, jade-blue eyes under the brows—
How could reading scriptures reach the point of penetrating the ox hide?
The clear and bright mind transcends vast kalpas;
A hero's might shatters the heavy encirclement.
Wondrous and complete at the pivot's mouth, turning the spiritual dynamism—
Hanshan forgets the path by which he came,
Shi de holds hands with him, returning together.