宏智禪師廣錄 7.125

7.125

Chan practitioner Zongcheng, / when the tally arrives, carry it out: / cast aside the six harmonies, / and return once more to the single pure brightness! / Now, where has the director gone? / Deserted is his puppet stage. / Just at such a moment, tell me: where does Senior Cheng fall? / Do you all understand? / The dreaming crane is not startled by the cold of the bright moon; / the reclining dragon always dreads the clarity of the emerald pool.