法演禪師語錄 2.13

2.13

Ascending the hall, a monk asked, "What is Baiyun's single drop of water?" The Master said, "Pounding the mortar, turning the mill." The student asked, "What about one who drinks it?" The Master said, "I'll leave you nowhere to put your flour!" He then said: "Like this, like this—the shrimp cannot jump out of the peck-measure; not like this, not like this—trying to be clever only makes a mess. Soft as iron, hard as mud; the diamond eye weighs twelve ounces, but in the patch-robed monk's hand the scale-tip hangs low. It has a price, but there is no bargaining. As for the one without nostrils, what will he smell fragrance with?"