By Zen Master Hongzhi Zhengjue of Tiantong (1091-1157)
When reflected upon, you’re wide open.
Where embodied, numinous.
The moon in the dew, the starry river,
The snowy pine, the cloudy mountain peak.
The crane dreams the cold of mist.
The water contains the depth of autumn.
The wondrous is preserved at the place of silence
Achievement is forgotten within illumination
The path of silent illumination,
The root of freedom from minutiae.
The straight and the biased revolve,
The bright and dim are causally dependent.
Drinking the medicine of good views,
Beating the drum smeared with poison.
From inside the gate emerges the body;
The tip of the branch bears the fruit.
Response does not fall into achievement.
Speech does not involve listening.
All that proving clearly.
Each and every one questioning and answering.
If within illumination you lose silence,
Immediately you see aggressiveness.
If within silence you lose illumination
The muddiness becomes remaining things (dharmas).
The hundred rivers go into the sea.
The thousand summits face the highest peak.
The reaching and attaining of silent illumination
Conveys our family of the [Zen] lineage.
The body of emptiness,
The arms of the mudra.
Huo Shi presented an unpolished gem
Xiangru pointed out the flaw.
Within the palace walls, the Son of Heaven.
Outside of the barriers, the General.
~The Chinese text at CBETA begins at T48n2001_p0100a25(00).