宏智禪師廣錄 9.23

9.23

Eyes alive, skull dry; / The marvel is seen where subtle nuances shift. / A fish dives into water and the autumn traces become even more emerald; / A crane perches in the pine and its moonlit dream remains cold. / The spirit responding to the call abides in the valley; / The pearl adapting to color rolls on the platter. / On whom do shadows and echoes cling? The eyebrows find their function; / Chipping away the plaster leaving room to spare, the nose is uninjured.