宏智禪師廣錄 7.45

7.45

Mouth square, nose straight; / Brow ridges high, eyes deep. / Not yet filling the gullies, / Still in the way within the monastic grove. / Among the myriad forms, not an excess dharma can be found; / Across the three times, no gap between thoughts is seen. / Vanished like a wild goose formation, cold mist is pale; / Submerged like flowering fish scales, autumn waters run deep.