宏智禪師廣錄 2.178

2.178

Fledgling of the nine virtues;
Steed of a thousand li.
The true wind passes the bellows;
The spiritual dynamic triggers the pivot.
Coming straight at the face,
Swift flying lightning;
Where confusing clouds break, the sun stands solitary.
Stroking the tiger's whiskers—do you see?
This is a heroic, great man.