景德傳燈錄 20.89

20.89

"A man inside Mount Muping, / Ancient in appearance, yet young in years. / Gazing at each other, as if travelers on the road; / Discussing the mind, bright like the autumn moon. / The tattered robe's threads are not from silkworms; / Accompanying the song, there is the voice of birds. / Arriving today at the city gate and palaces, / A single bubble has already long been understood."