宏智禪師廣錄 8.70

8.70

With bowl hung on the staff-tip, begging in Danqiu; / Powerfully breaking through pure poverty, a single spot of sorrow. / After several bouts of red rain, the flower-affairs grow old; / Across ten thousand acres of yellow clouds, it is autumn for the wheat farmers. / Facing conditions, hands and eyes cover the entire body; / Responding to things, the dynamic wheel turns in subtlety. / Returning to take up Shaoyang's talk of the sesame cake: / The belly bound with bamboo strips, snoring in full satisfaction.