宏智禪師廣錄 8.179

8.179

Buddha-affairs secretly communicate with the Xinghua gate;
When put to use, the axe leaves no mark.
The complete mechanism transcends the bounds of transmigration;
A single phrase uproots the source of birth and death.
Cool breezes wash away the summer heat that torments the sleeves;
The pure moon drives away the gloom of the night-terrace.
The king of geese drinks and draws only the pure flavor;
Water and milk are thus separated, never confusing me.