宏智禪師廣錄 7.147

7.147

Whether it is birth or death, do not speak of it, do not speak of it! / This matter is round and whole, without holes or apertures.
When thoughts are exhausted, it is a fish off the hook; / when feelings arise, it is a bird flying into the net.
Senior monk Xi, have you settled it or not? / Do not ask of right and wrong—sweep them all away.
Having reached home and approached the father, then turn your head back: / the cold moon is faint above the misty treetops.