宏智禪師廣錄 9.91

9.91

Cold shoulders naturally held high; / hungry eyes somewhat enlarged. / Thin fist gripping the black rattan; / silently occupying the bent-wood seat. / Wordless, yet uniquely wondrous; / when there is a chant, who joins in harmony? / Autumn polishes the color of the water—supremely clear, without a blemish; / spring enters the flowering branch—wondrously devoid of set rules.