如淨和尚語錄 2.122

2.122

The fatal illnesses of the human world, you could cure; / Now that you are dead, on whom can you rely to be revived? / I have a single prescription: a handful of fire, / To burn up your medicine gourd for you. / So-and-so! Look! You have lived! You have revived! / And tell me: what is the proof? / Striking a circle with the torch, he said: / Yi! The original face has no birth or death; / Spring enters the plum blossoms, turning into a painting.