宏智禪師廣錄 8.161

8.161

At the stream's head, you hire a boat to return to the shores of E;
A single oar in the pure wind; the midnight moon stands at noon.
Traveling through the half-month journey of Mount Shao,
The white-cloud child approaches the green-mountain father.
As for old Yantou's final word,
When you arrive there, you will know to ask and receive no answer.
In front of the seamless stūpa, the wind's color is lofty;
Vastly open, not separated by the slightest hairsbreadth.
With earnest instructions on this departure, you must quickly return;
A child of our house needs complete talent.
Do not sit on the paths of light and dark at either end;
Go back within the bias; come forth within the upright.
Ah, haha! The elegance in your chest—who knows how much there is?