宏智禪師廣錄 7.148

7.148

The three realms exist from conceptual thought; / a hundred years become a dream-roaming.
Suddenly the wind of thieves blows the kalpa fire; / turning over, the great ocean extinguishes the floating foam.
Senior monk Gao has composed his return to rest, / penetrating and casting off the six places, / letting go of both ends.
The road in the cloudy mountains is flat as a whetstone; / the moonlit doorway has no person, cold as autumn.