宏智禪師廣錄 2.194

2.194

Cast off the stinking skin bag; / Turn around the lump of red flesh. / Right at the crown the nostrils are straight; / Down below the skull is dry. / The old doctor does not see the chronic affliction from the start; / Looking toward the young son, it is hard to draw near. / When wild waters grow slender, autumn floods recede; / Where white clouds break off, the old mountain is cold. / You must cut it off completely, do not be muddle-headed. / Function exhausted and without merit, he steps into position; / Solitary and towering, he does not share the plate with you.