法演禪師語錄 1.89

1.89

Ascending the hall at the conclusion of the summer retreat, he said: "When a single speck of dust rises, the great earth is gathered in; when a single leaf falls, autumn comes to the whole world. Where the golden wind stirs, it startles the crickets chirping beside the steps; when the jade dew drops, it provokes the cicadas clamouring among the trees. At the distant mist by the remote estuary, rows of gulls and egrets vie in flight; along sheer cliffs and perilous peaks, everywhere gibbons and monkeys contest in their howls. Again one sees fishermen raising their oars and woodcutters singing their songs, a few notes from a Qiang flute as cowherds play, a single journeying sail in a solitary wanderer's dream. These can elucidate the ancestral path and establish the style of the lineage: ninety days of unflagging effort, a hundred kalpas put to use in the present moment. Facing such discourse, patch-robed monks knit their brows. Have you not heard it said: 'Only when not a single speck of dust is established do you first return home; if there is the slightest trace, it is not of your kin.'"