宏智禪師廣錄 2.13

2.13

Atop the hundred grasses, boundless spring;
Picked up with an idle hand, it functions most intimately.
The sixteen-foot golden body, an accumulation of virtues,
Leisurely joins hands and enters the red dust.
In the dust, able to act as host;
Beyond transformation, guests arrive of themselves.
Everywhere lived, one's livelihood is sufficient to one's lot,
Not minding that one's tricks are not equal to others'.