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宏智禪師廣錄 8.190

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8.190

Intoxicated at heart by the true taste, I lean on my lean staff;
Rustling, the wind whistles through a path of pines.
With no one to speak with of the realm of perfect penetration,
I laughingly watch clouds swallow the Peak of Stone Ears.

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