Author Zhu Dunru 信取虚空无一物,个中著甚商量。风头紧後白云忙。风元无去住,云自没行藏。莫听古人闲语话,终归失马亡羊。自家肠肚自端详。一齐都打碎,放出大圆光。 Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments