宏智禪師廣錄 8.204

8.204

Climbing the snowy ladder to Yunding, / I came searching for the master in tattered robes. / Through the broken gorge runs a single vein of water; / Hanging above the pines, the moon forms half a disc. / Open and distant is the nature of the deer; / Satiated with the beauty of hills and ravines. / Fondly thinking [of him], I cannot take him with me; / Standing lingeringly, I lean upon my bamboo staff.