宏智禪師廣錄 9.71

9.71

Sitting foolishly, collapsed and spent; / the mountain is empty, the gorge dry. / Leaving and entering between subtle and detached; / going and returning between bias and upright. / A pine of thousand-year-old amber— / the crane's nest cold in its dream; / coral in the midnight moon— / the whale stirs chilly waves. / When full merit is exhausted, / how hard can it be to borrow a road? / Turning the step to return, in the monastic grove is an overflowing gentle warmth; / opening the mouth to speak, across the Milky Way vast billows surge. / Meeting someone on the Way who can act, who would dare deceive them?