宏智禪師廣錄 9.119

9.119

What does the face resemble? / Snow-white hair and frost-white beard. / Autumn shines in the lunar cave; / spring opens from the ice vase. / The marvelous exhausted, one again shifts one's steps; / merit forgotten, one casually sets down the hoe. / Taken up, it becomes the lineage essential everywhere; / in speaking of the Way, this person's virtue is never solitary.