宏智禪師廣錄 8.85

8.85

A thousand miles in common accord, virtue is not left alone; / The heart-autumn awakened moon shines in the empty flask. / Sitting and severing both ends, what birth and death remain? / A single point of perfect brightness differs from being and non-being. / A wooden horse neighs in the cold by the green-grass knoll; / A mud ox ploughs in spring amid the white-cloud domain. / Hearing and seeing the Buddha's affairs, who turns toward or against them? / Where function displays full dynamic, the Way turns the pivot.