萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 6.18

6.18

Solitary and towering, (Not companion to the ten thousand dharmas.)
Round and full, (Without deficiency, without excess.)
Where eyesight exhausts, towering high! (Shading the forehead, gazing fails to reach it.)
Moon sets, pool empty, the night colour is heavy; (The entire universe of the ten directions is like an ink-cake.)
Clouds gather, mountain lean, autumn countenance abounds. (The essence exposed in the golden wind.)
The Eight Trigrams in their correct positions, (Heaven and earth join their virtue.)
The Five Elements in harmonious breath; (Sun and moon join their brightness.)
Has the body inside beforehand been seen? (Arriving, one leaves no point.)
The father and son of Nanyang seem to know it is there, (Believe half of it for now.)
Yet the Buddhas and Patriarchs of Western India can do nothing about it. (The thousand sages have always stood downstream.)