如淨和尚語錄 1.28

1.28

Ascending the hall on the birthday of Xuan-yi Chen: / Spring breeze is gentle, spring sun is clear; / Willow eyes are green, yellow orioles sing. / Dense and luxuriant, auspicious vapors arise; / The old man in the world is a star in the heavens. / If seen like this: / Śākya praises it, / Maitreya verifies it; / In a smile, the fairy flat-peaches are presented. / Even so, tell me, what does the patch-robed monk under the trees offer in return? / A single vine staff held in hand from ages past.