廣弘明集 30.65

30.65

Aloof, the night moon drifts along; / gleaming, the morning frost forms. / Above the stream, there is no lingering; / between the boughs, extinction is contained. / Spiritual wisdom is clear and constantly so; / bending in response, it has waxing and waning. / Moved by conditions, it comes again to be seen; / for now, it tires of the fetters of the human world.