宏智禪師廣錄 7.121

7.121

Blue sky, bright sun, New Year’s Day morning; / a gentle breeze whispers in the willow boughs. / Take care, Chan practitioner Dun, as you return! / Board the boat at the ferry and watch the returning tide. / Bright and distinct, quiet and solitary; / in a single thought surpassing ten thousand kalpas and a thousand births. / Sitting cross-legged, cutting off the ten directions without front or back: / at what moment will you see your solitary, lofty peak? / If it be not yet so, we bow and offer our respect.