宏智禪師廣錄 7.100

7.100

Tell me, what kind of face and mouth is this? / Unprovoked, where there is no wind, waves arise. / Silently and idly illuminating the mind itself; / clearly and distinctly, relying on whom to transmit the marrow? / White gulls descend at dusk onto the misty autumn sand; / sleeping coldly amidst reed flowers beneath the bright moon.