宏智禪師廣錄 7.64

7.64

Just this single lump of red flesh: / What talk of rare, quaint, archaic, or bizarre? / All his life, indolent like Niutou; / Moving through the world, ingenuous like Budai. / Non-empty yet empty; / Nowhere present yet present everywhere. / Dharma after dharma, mind alone; / Dust after dust, samādhi. / Ask him whether he is false or real: / Two dice now rolled in a single match.