Submerged, turning at the impasse—right nor wrong;
South of Yangtze in young spring, the partridge sings.
A bright heart understands; all speech prompts colour—
Wooden horse, not the sash—neighing shakes the earth.
浮山和尚出十六題令師頌。死中活。絕境沈機無是非。江南春早鷓鴣啼。皆言即色明心會。木馬無絛動地嘶。
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Submitted February 05, 2022 at 06:31PM by surupamaerl2 https://ift.tt/E3U2dVQ
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