宏智禪師廣錄 7.69

7.69

When the eye is empty, not a speck of dust can stand; / When the mind is empty, the seas and peaks can be contained. / Even if beaten into a single piece with it, / He still laughs, calling it a tenuous trace. / How could empty space hang a sword? / Dead water does not harbor dragons. / Turning colors and turning functions, the scion of the house tradition / Meets you later amid reed flowers under the bright moon.