宏智禪師廣錄 8.183

8.183

A thatched hut faces the blue stream;
Frosted grass reveals a secluded path.
Looking at myself, drunk on hills and ravines,
Who knows who is deluded by worldly dust?
Through the vine gate I peek into the secluded depths;
On the cloudy stone steps I tread high and low.
Apes and birds have not forsaken me;
They companion man, roosting amidst misty trees.