宏智禪師廣錄 8.66

8.66

The white gull surely wonders why the pledge has grown cold; / Leaning on a goosefoot staff and joining the society is not difficult. / Reed-wind and flower-snow, autumn touches the shore; / Boat-moon and canopy-frost, night turns at the rapids. / The mind and body of hills and ravines serve only dreams; / Sharing tastes of rivers and lakes, composing verses of roaming. / At another time, the object transmitted beyond the robe / Calls him to turn his head and knock down the monastery flagpole.