宏智禪師廣錄 8.62

8.62

A guest's cocoon on a windblown branch, dreams are not at peace; / In the night hall, thinking of facing the Canopus star. / With one mind going back to serve the daylily mother; / Seeking each other across a thousand leagues, the wagtails cry. / Tree after tree of crimson maples, golden leaves fall; / Cluster after cluster of yellow reeds, snow floats on the sandbank. / The elegant bones of the Western Hills washed by autumn rain; / As windows and rolling blinds part, the distant green appears.