宏智禪師廣錄 9.35

9.35

The whiteness of his hair—the snow of green mountains is cold; / The cool detachment of his eyes—autumn returns to distant waters. / The dynamic mechanism turns on its own—the nocturnal Dipper has a handle; / The vital energy is clear of itself—the River of Stars has no waves. / The valley responds with sound, forgetting form; / The pearl receives color without a blemish. / The tide recedes in the ocean, flat and pure; / Clouds withdraw in the vault of heaven, empty and broader still. / The myriad transformations arise and cease, while silently he observes their source.