宏智禪師廣錄 2.186

2.186

In a dream, wrapping his patch-robe, he paid respects to the elders; / The arrayed sages, dense and manifold, sat to his right. / Facing the call of virtue, he did not yield, and the sounding-block struck; / Preaching the Dharma with fearlessness—the lion's roar! / The mind is calm as the sea; the courage is as vast as a bushel. / The shark-folk weep tears; the oyster's belly is cleft for the pearl. / In delirious words, who knows my secret workings were divulged? / The bushy-browed one must laugh at the soul of the Yang house. / Free from the four propositions, cutting off the hundred negations— / The illness of Master Ma and his heirs needs no doctoring.