萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 4.38

4.38

The helmsman secretly turns the rudder; (Hiding a boat in a night ravine.) / The solitary skiff turns its head in the night. (Dipping oars in the clear source.) / Reed flowers on both banks like snow; (Profound communion between self and other.) / Misty water, a whole river of autumn. (Above and below, dark penetration.) / The wind's force supports the sail, moving without oars; (Following the current, one attains the marvelous.) / The flute's sound calls the moon down upon the grey islet. (Spontaneously falling into the front creek.)