宏智禪師廣錄 7.54

7.54

Old age feels snow entering the temples; / Purity is like autumn rubbing against the mind. / Cold and withered, sitting on the curved wood [chair]; / Kept in silence, nourishing the monastic grove. / The atmosphere is utterly desolate: / Wind pure, mountains barren; / The spiritual nature is deep and limpid: / Moon sinks, the pool is deep.