宏智禪師廣錄 9.31

9.31

The inquirer is not intimate; / The transmitter is not genuine. / The nature silently completed / Illuminates emptiness with spiritual potency. / Placidly abiding without form, / Mysteriously wondrous, beyond compare. / Heating the furnace to cast its vessel, / Blowing wind and mist to make its spring. / Establishing all illusions, / Disclosing utmost purity. / The master's hand swings the axe with a sharp blade, / Removing the dust on the tip of the nose like mud from a fly. / His hewing is trustworthy, / But receiving it is difficult for a person. / The towering pine / Stands luxuriant alone through the test of snow; / The tottering boulder / Has nearly been shattered by the wrath of thunder.