宏智禪師廣錄 8.95

8.95

Fine scenes stir wandering thoughts; / Straw sandals and bamboo staff together. / Over the cold stream lies a starving rainbow; / On the dim road hang fertile clouds. / Ridge-trees have doves calling for rain; / Farmsteads have roosters announcing the afternoon meal. / To whom can this true heart speak? / Three times circling the stone stūpa.