宏智禪師廣錄 8.133

8.133

The person setting forth with the mind of begging food: / The spring wind vast and billowing washes the monastic grove. / Pine paths, rich with fragrance, are sprinkled with yellow pollen; / Bamboo mounds, pure and lean, wrap around jade hairpins. / The steaming basket divides pearls, filling the meal bowl; / The pure vase draws the moon, the night pond deep. / Returning, polish and wash it—the brightness remains; / Tell them that dust and mud do not defile gold.