萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 6.42

6.42

Grass overflows everywhere; (Directly below there is no bottom, sideways there is no border.) / Inside the gate, outside the gate, see for yourself. (Take care not to trip and fall.) / In a thicket of brambles, placing one's feet is easy; (Sorting through grass in an abandoned field.) / Outside the luminous night screen, turning one's body is hard. (Clean ground nevertheless confuses people.) / Look, look! (Matters do not tire of minuteness.) / How many kinds? (In front of the withered-tree cliff, false paths are many.) / Just follow the old tree, equally cold and barren; (Just preserve today's determination.) / Soon you will pursue the spring breeze into the scorched scar. (There will surely come a time of satisfaction.)