宏智禪師廣錄 2.184

2.184

The grass is vast and boundless— / Look for yourself inside the gate and outside the gate. / In a forest of thorns and brambles, it is easy to place one's feet; / Beyond the night-bright curtain, it is hard to turn one's body. / Look, look! What varied forms! / For now, follow the old withered wood in sharing the cold and bareness; / Soon pursue the spring breeze into the scorched scars.