宏智禪師廣錄 2.75

2.75

Shaking its head and waving its tail, a red-tailed fish, / Thoroughly without reliance, knows how to turn its body. / Cutting off the tongue is indeed a resourceful art; / Jerking back the nostrils wondrously penetrates the spirit. / Outside the moon-bright blinds, wind and moon are like day; / Before the withered-tree crag, flowers and plants are perpetual spring. / Tongueless person! Tongueless person! / Fully brandishing the upright order, a single phrase is intimate. / Walking alone in the circle, distinct and clear, / He lets all under heaven rejoice with delight.