宏智禪師廣錄 9.102

9.102

This bodily form: / a rice-bag in the monastic grove. / On the spring mountains there is snow, his hair thinning and white; / on autumn waters there is no wind, his eyes cold and blue. / The field of wondrous clarity; / the portal clean and turbid. / Unrelying on myriad conditions, vividly alive; / untouched by a single affair, empty and spiritual. / Joining hands to give medicine—who looks through the pharmacopoeia? / Asking the ford and pointing to the source—one naturally attains the charted guide.