宏智禪師廣錄 7.145

7.145

Cessation yet not cessation, birth yet not birth— / beneath the skull's brow are clusters of grapes.
The wooden figure waves its hand in the warm spring breeze; / the stone woman shakes her head in the cool night air.
Noble friends, there has never been traveling forever without stopping; / there has never been stopping forever without traveling.
The nature of fire is true emptiness; the nature of emptiness is fire.
Throughout the body, a single stretch of pure radiance.
Right at such a moment, simply go like this!