宏智禪師廣錄 8.117

8.117

Bright moon and reed blossoms are not yet identical; / Pure light shines of itself, fundamentally empty. / Sitting and severing the ten directions, you must doff your hat; / When function in the one color is perfected, you must put down your hoe. / Turning its back, the stone figure returns to its position; / Raising its head, the jade horse passes beyond the barrier. / Beholding the physical marks in every dust mote and every world, / Only then do you trust Caoshan's donkey peering into the well.