自題
Self Inscription
只這觜臉，迥沒回互，上無攀仰，一無所慕；下絕己躬，一無所妒。道僧不僧，道俗不俗，有時孤峰頂上獨宿，有時十字街頭接人，有時遊戲金馬門，有時蹴踏青獅窟。深深處佛聖難窺，密密處魔外罔測。話未問時當頭截，腳未跨時劈面喝。豎起吹毛凜凜，貴圖眼中出屑。疑似善慧、甘贄之體裁，卻如布袋、普化之作用。傳不傳之心印，振丕振之綱宗，經行坐臥，道合其中，波澄月現，風虎雲龍。(咄)！
Just this very face and mouth—utterly without evasion. Above, nothing to look up to or aspire after; below, no self to cling to or envy. They call me a monk, but I'm not quite a monk; they call me a layperson, but I'm not quite a layperson. Sometimes I rest alone on the highest peak; sometimes I mingle with people at the busy crossroads. Sometimes I play around the Golden Horse Gate; sometimes I trample through the Den of the Green Lion. In the deepest depths, even Buddhas and sages cannot spy me out; in the most hidden places, even demons and outsiders cannot fathom me. Before a question is asked, I cut it off; before a foot is lifted, I shout you down. I raise a sharp sword, keen and chilling—all for the sake of getting the grit out of your eyes. My style may resemble that of Shànhuì or Gān Zhì, yet my actions are more like Budai or Pǔhuà. I transmit the mind-seal beyond transmission; I uphold the fundamental teaching beyond upholding. Whether walking, standing, sitting, or lying down, the Way is fulfilled in all of it. When the waves settle, the moon appears; the wind rouses the tiger, and the clouds call forth the dragon.
(Hah!)