宏智禪師廣錄 9.377

9.377

Hair on the crown thin and graying, / like snow rising on spring mountains. / Mind spacious and open, / like the receding tide at the sea gate. / The brow-ridges are high and the eyes deep; / the bridge of the nose is straight and the mouth wide. / Numinous and beyond duality, it has inherited the fragrance of the ancestors; / the Valley Spirit does not die, as if obtaining the immortals' elixir. / Meeting upon another peak, / with the snap of a finger the pavilion opens. / A foolish skin-bag blocks the lanes and barricades the streets; / stinking bones fill the ditches and choke the ravines.