宏智禪師廣錄 8.45

8.45

Trailing a staff through the sounding forest, the urge to wander is rich; / Wanting to intoxicate blue eyes with hills and ravines. / Yellow flowers still charm the remaining days of autumn; / How can brocade trees withstand the wind after frost? / Winding peaks snake along, branches bending and curling; / Across sheer cliffs a rainbow lies, water tinkling ding-dong. / Who would begrudge the intense flavor of a lifelong affair? / It is entrusted to drinking tea amid laughter and talk.