宏智禪師廣錄 5.18

5.18

"The Great Way is not difficult; / The words are direct, the speech is direct. / One has many kinds; / Two has no two sorts. / On the horizon, the sun rises and the moon sets; / In front of the railing, the mountains are deep and the waters cold. / When consciousness is exhausted in the skull, how can joy stand? / The dragon hums in the withered wood, not yet dried up. / Difficult, difficult! / Picking and choosing, clarity—look for yourself!"