萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 1.138

1.138

The myriad forms and myriad phenomena are allowed to tower lofty— (Let them be; how do they obstruct you? If you recognize them, they are no foe.) / Penetrating through without bounds, they obstruct the eyes. (Flashing a stick, hitting a wooden block.) / Sweeping clean that threshold—who has the strength? (Brushing away traces creates marks; wishing to hide, it is all the more revealed.) / Concealed in a person's chest, feeling naturally forms. (When the mind is suspicious, it gives rise to ghosts in the dark.) / The boat lies across the wild crossing, immersed in autumn azure; (Soaked in dead water.) / The oar enters the reed flowers, illuminating brightly as snow. (Stopping by the shore, one confuses people instead.) / The old fisherman stringing brocade holds the intent of approaching the market; (Clinging to the capital, pursuing profit.) / Drifting lightly on a single leaf, he travels atop the waves. (Following the flow, he attains the marvelous.)