宏智禪師廣錄 9.96

9.96

Sitting in stillness on the corded chair, / the longer he sits, the more fragrant. / Silence obliterates the traces of black and white; / impoverished, he feels no panic. / Abiding without characteristics, like a turtle hiding; / moving without patterns, like a bird soaring. / The moon shines brightly and fish swallow the light; / flowers bloom profusely and bees gather the sound. / Coming along in succession, everywhere magnificent.