宏智禪師廣錄 8.5

8.5

A patch-robed monk turns the mechanism of the iron ox; / who is it that shines silently with spiritual penetration?
The moon rabbit's reflection sinks into the mica ground; / the ocean bird sleeps dreaming upon the coral branch.
Shaoyang's Buddhadharma disliked being talkative; / Luzu's family style knew how to spare his eyebrows.
Sitting upright in the center of the ring, in the empty and white place: / even passing through kalpas of dust, this is hard to displace.