宏智禪師廣錄 2.57

2.57

One falling, one rising: / the lion in the snowy courtyard. / Cautious against trespass, he cherishes benevolence; / brave in action, he displays righteousness. / Pure light shining in the eyes, as if losing one's way home; / clearly turning around, one still falls into position. / Patch-robed monks have utterly nothing to rely on; / dying together, living together, what is 'this' and what is 'that'? / A message of warmth bursts the plum blossom—spring arrives at cold branches; / a cool breeze sheds the leaves—autumn clears the flooded waters.