宏智禪師廣錄 8.25

8.25

Medicine and illness attacking each other, both are hard to discard; / The mind-flower blossoming is one's own Chan. / Natural reality, clearly evident, is not cultivation and realization; / Daily function, grand and manifest, how could it be transmitted? / Striding high in the crimson skies, one knows the plan is gained; / Yellow leaves stopping tears—trust that it is an expedient. / At what time, pettily walking in mud and grime? / Laughable is the snail soiling itself with its own slime.