宏智禪師廣錄 8.157

8.157

Inside there, one is by nature lazy about shouldering a burden;
At the tips of the hundred grasses, what is so subtle and minute?
At midnight, facing the moon, laughing and clapping hands;
One does not see the frost-spitting three-legged toad.
In the kalpa of emptiness there is a phrase so wondrous;
With you gone, with whom shall I speak eye to eye?
When later you see the master in the hall of Taiping,
Dare I trouble you to bring it clearly to his notice for me?