宏智禪師廣錄 7.28

7.28

The family tradition of silent serenity / Rubs against the cleared sky like clouds. / The exposed moon makes the night crisp; / Sky and water share the same autumn. / People say the eyebrows and eyes are fine; / I say the bones are thoroughly impoverished. / Flower filaments congeal pollen into honeycomb honey; / Hanging the axle, the soul courses through, open as a rhinoceros horn.