宏智禪師廣錄 7.39

7.39

How much has the painting achieved? / The spirit is quite pure. / Autumn is high, the moon turns; / The sky is pale, the River lies across. / Leaving home, as though possessing purpose; / Living in the world, seemingly devoid of sentiment. / Now amid the bustle walking together: / Stroking the eyebrows, the eyes become still brighter.