宏智禪師廣錄 9.68

9.68

The Taihang Mountains wind and twist; / The Yellow River surges and flows. / Liver and gall are clear and clean; / Breast and chest are vast and empty. / Before a fresh breeze arises from his lips and teeth, / White snow has already reached his brows and beard. / The silence of Shaolin has no other explanation; / The rice pounding of Huangmei was illiterate. / Having seen through to the original face of man, / How would names and words dare recklessly explain it?