宏智禪師廣錄 8.206

8.206

In the midst of confusion, one must still turn and look sideways; / At that moment, the subtlety lies on the tip of a single thread. / Idle clouds roll up the rain, the autumn sky is vast; / The bright moon pours down its glow, the night water is cold. / The oar shatters the glittering waves into fine blossoms; / A dream is startled awake under the boat canopy, the dawn shadow perfectly round. / The genuine dynamic clearly responds, accurate in every single thing; / Then emerge from the yellow reeds to hold the fishing pole.