宏智禪師廣錄 7.164

7.164

The dream of the human world broken, he roams on that side; / wonderfully pure and truly bright, the moon's soul in autumn.
Principle and wisdom in suchness distinguish the traces of transformation; / upright and biased vividly turn the pivot of the mechanism.
The hibernating dragon must chant in the withered tree; / why should the living eye hesitate to illumine the dry skull?
Remember the road of transformation traversed step by step: / green mountains loom dark, white clouds drift.