如淨和尚語錄 1.132

1.132

Ascending the hall upon returning from the water country: / "Great waters flood the sky, clouds churn like ink; / A wild wind sweeps the earth, waves tumble like mountains. / Snapping the fishing line, I return shouting praise: / The great whales and sea turtles are right within this mountain! / Is there anyone with horns held high? Come forth and pass through the barrier! If not yet so: / Steering the boat, one enters the torrential waves again; / Grieving to death the fisherman whose temples are streaked with grey."