宏智禪師廣錄 8.198

8.198

Right within it, the flavor was lacking just a little, / Yet it completes the household of bamboo shoots and ferns on Mount Lu. / In the work of begging, you travel across the yellow reed ferry; / The person pledged in heart rests on the sand among white gulls. / Stews are seasoned in every household, all boiling down the brine; / Snow is swept in every village, nearly burying the boots. / The flavor extends to patch-robed monks as the crescent moon begins; / Complete penetration—just this is one's whole livelihood.