宏智禪師廣錄 2.27

2.27

Myriad forms and phenomena are allowed to stand towering;
Breaking through without direction obstructs the eyes.
Sweeping their courtyard, who has the strength?
Hiding within a person's chest naturally becomes a sentiment.
A boat lies across a wild crossing, bathed in autumn's jade-blue;
Oars enter the reed blossoms, shining bright as snow.
Stringing brocade, an old fisherman thinks of heading to the market,
Drifting on a single leaf, riding the crest of the waves.