宏智禪師廣錄 9.132

9.132

Mountains and forests are the eyebrows and eyes; / water and moon are the body and mind. / Why is the snow so early, making ancient cliff edges sharp? / Autumn seems ahead of time, making the cold pool deep. / At the loom's head, the threads of brocade; / at the end of the line, the gold needle. / Who says the Way is too grand? It naturally has those who know its tone.