宏智禪師廣錄 7.155

7.155

The snake sheds its skin, the cicada casts off its shell; / what can bind or liberate the single point of spiritual brightness?
Senior monk Zusui, a patch-robed monk's family: / before black and white are distinguished, he presents a single move.
The spring breeze blows dreams back to the native village; / on the Great Way free of dust, his footing is secure.
Tonight, solitary and cold under the pine and moon, / in the old nest, the thousand-year-old crane is nowhere to be seen.