The chirping of birds cutting through the forest,
Sitting through the night, wrapped in my coat;
While poking fire, I awaken to life,
Exhausting all energy, I refer to Master Pozaoduo.

Matters are clear, only people themselves confused,
Who is able to sing a chorus to a tune that is too soft?
Be mindful of this and never forget it,
The door is open, but only few do pass through it.

A bronze duck incense burner and
splendidly embroidered bed curtains;

Emerging from the jungles of song and music
all drunken and support needed;

Such episodes of indulgent romance in youth
are only for the ears of that fair lady herself.

The croak of a frog in the Spring moonlight
Shatters heaven and earth all into one.
By whom is such a moment understood?
At the peak is Master Xuansha with his painful foot.

── from Jiatai Pudeng Lu
(Record of the Jiatai Era’s Transmission of the Lamp)

A cup smashes into the ground, The sound so sharp and distinct. As emptiness becomes shattered, The unrestrained mind instantly calms.

── from Xuyun Heshang Fahui
(Master Xuyun’s Dharma Collection)