宏智禪師廣錄 2.176

2.176

Solitary and distinct, perfectly rounded;
Towering high where the power of vision ends.
The moon sets and the pool is empty, the night color deep;
Clouds withdraw and the mountain is lean, full of autumn visage.
The eight trigrams are correctly positioned, the five elements in harmonious breath;
The body was already within—have you seen it?
Father and son of Nanyang seem to know it is there;
Buddhas and patriarchs of the Western Heavens can do nothing about it.