宏智禪師廣錄 8.188

8.188

With body and mind withered and rested, not thinking of a hundred things;
Clear and round, self-illuminating at the time of the kalpa of emptiness.
How could the mirror of wondrously clear wisdom retain any defilement?
The numinous mechanism, vast and empty, has not admitted a single thread.
Distinctly in the dry skull, see the living eye;
Magnificently in the dust-like lands, employ the space between the eyebrows.
You must accept and bear it in just this way,
And with nostrils hanging down, recognize the ancestral teacher.