宏智禪師廣錄 8.173

8.173

On the rope-seat wrapped in quilts, shrinking from the spring cold;
Senior Huai goes begging, walking through dry snow in the wilderness.
The wind's message enters the flowers, unveiling robes of brocade;
The moon's soul falls into the water, washing the golden platter.
Vimalakīrti takes food without exerting much strength;
Maitreya opens the door with just a snap of the fingers.
Wondrously attaining the Buddha's own enjoyment within it,
Everything is completely realized before you, without deceiving each other.