宏智禪師廣錄 9.67

9.67

The body is at leisure, not classed among types; / The mind is still, emotions do not flow. / A crescent moon shines brightly on its own; / A solitary cloud drifts leisurely forever. / The thinning hair on his crown is white as high mountain snow; / His brows and eyes are cold and clear as an ancient ravine in autumn. / Taking that subtle touch of spring breeze, / Bestow it upon the grass and trees, pervading the ten directions.