宏智禪師廣錄 7.158

7.158

The true person without rank comes out through the face gates; / supernatural play goes on day by day in profusion.
Now setting down the mattock and departing, / the great earth, mountains, and rivers have no place to remain.
Great assembly, tell me: where does he go from here?
You must know that above the clouds, atop a thousand peaks, / there is separately a wondrous pine bearing the cold dew.