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宏智禪師廣錄 8.77

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8.77

Everywhere wandering, you stroke the tiger's whiskers all over; / In the flask of the kalpa of emptiness you probe existence and non-existence. / With wind and moon full upon your head, function is not yet shifted; / Mountains and rivers penetrating your bones, the ailment is hard to relieve. / A needle meeting a mustard seed, the dynamic is not amiss; / A string rejoined with simurgh-glue, the Way does not wither. / Return to the monastic grove and behold your plumage: / Emerging from the Vermilion Mountain, a chick endowed with the nine markings.

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