宏智禪師廣錄 7.150

7.150

The oar of bodhi, the boat of prajñā: / let them drift freely across the ocean of birth and death.
Since you have already attained the subtle before the wind, / what harm is there in thrusting your head into the midst of the bustle?
If you have the skillful means, go whenever you wish to go; / following high or low, act as horse or act as ox.
Have you not heard it said: 'In all circumstances able to hold a single stalk of grass in the mouth, / right there drawing close has its reason'?
If that is not yet so: looking at the tiger's eyes over the precipice / is specially a matter of sorrow.