宏智禪師廣錄 8.165

8.165

The boat grinds through sandy shallows; the riverbanks are craggy;
On the banks, spring mud deeply stains the rattan sandals.
Turning my head toward Mount Kang, I recall the assembled society;
With genuine affection in the patriarchal hall, they attend to transmitting the lamp.
Descendants are tireless, like Ke in the snowy courtyard;
Robes and bowls are continuously passed down, like Neng in the pestle shed.
Sitting and illuminating the intention of Shaolin's wall-facing,
The clear, bright ground of the mind is pristine as ice.