佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 3.14

3.14

"On the solitary peak of the Wondrous Summit, the grass grows thick and tangled; (Drowned, body and all. Beneath his feet it is already several fathoms deep.) / Taking it up clearly, to whom is it handed? (What is it used for? On the great earth, no one knows. What use is a dry shit-stick? Having picked up the nostrils, one loses the mouth.) / Were it not for Elder Sun discerning the truth, (Looking wrongly at the arrow. Taken by thieves without even knowing it.) / Skulls lying on the ground—how many would know?" (Never to live again. Like hemp and millet. The ācārya picked up the nostrils and lost the mouth.)