宏智禪師廣錄 9.86

9.86

Just this person, / everywhere dividing his body: / the moon in the midst of myriad waters, / spring atop hundreds of flowers. / Not outside a single phenomenon, / not receiving the various dusts. / What was raw is ripe, what was distant is close. / In silence he speaks, in stillness he is wondrous. / When the bowl holds food, once sated he is pleased; / when the staff enters his fist, hungry he lets loose anger.