宏智禪師廣錄 7.103

7.103

Both eyes are cold and blue, / like the autumn waters, clear and chilly. / Half the crown is withered and white, / like spring snow, speckled. / Mountain mists drift as the patterned leopard transforms; / the pine moon is lovely as the dreaming crane awakes. / Wondrously responding to the square and round, there is entirely no Dharma outside; / bowing and looking up amid worldly dusts, none of it ever passed through me.