宏智禪師廣錄 8.93

8.93

On a frosty morning with a pigweed staff, solitary Chan rises; / Begging food at a mountain home to reduce entanglement with conditions. / A slant path in the favorable wind crackles with bamboo fires; / Flying eaves confound the eyes, reflected against pine smoke. / Autumn soup of cock's head seeds holds true savor; / The midday meal of wood ears has no vulgar mutton smell. / Who says a guest bed cannot be slept on soundly? / I have no money like Zhi Dun to purchase a mountain.