宏智禪師廣錄 8.41

8.41

The matter of pilgrimage in your breast is clear; / You personally saw the lotus blossom adorned with late blooms. / The black horse treading on frost leaves no trace from the start; / The white fish blowing water makes no sound whatsoever. / Hitting the mark, you once manipulated the beardless lock; / Reaching out a hand, you supported each other with the broken-legged pot. / Removing rice and removing sand is not yet enough; / You must have bias and upright walk shoulder to shoulder.