宏智禪師廣錄 8.83

8.83

All my life, peaks beyond clouds have filled my breast; / Whenever I have leisure, I lean on my slender bamboo staff. / Knowing only the lifelong flavor of hills and vales, / I imagine being fully followed by apes and birds. / Clearly visible, the autumn scene of mountains washed by rain; / Pure and pleasing to the heart, the wind chanting through pines. / Returning, my wanderlust is not yet spent; / Whose pestle summons the moon with the twilight bell?