宏智禪師廣錄 7.37

7.37

Silently seated on the rush mat in Chan; / Empty and void, worldly conditions fade. / Who will harmonize with the 'White Snow'? / I have retained the blue felt. / The mechanism of the myriad dharmas opens two fists; / The shoulder pole of a thousand monks rests on a single shoulder. / Flitting butterflies flutter—things are equalized in a spring dream; / The flying wild goose vanishes into the distance—its character dissolves in autumn mist.