宏智禪師廣錄 9.114

9.114

Cold-sitting without words, / a solitary staff in the fist. / A single speck of mind outside the multitude of phenomena; / a single phrase prior to the ten thousand workings. / The body is at ease, the eyes are lively; / like a pearl whirling smoothly in a tray. / Space inherently lacks the obstruction of walls; / fully understanding the conditions of the ten directions and three periods of time.