法演禪師語錄 2.97

2.97

Ascending the hall on the memorial day of his late master, he said, "Last year just at this time, there were three more matters than the year before; this year just at this time, there are seven more matters than last year. Among these ten matters, those that cannot be counted are very many. Why? Discarding seven, three remain as one; the matter is of last year, the speaking is of today. Swift as an arrow, black as lacquer; the speechless boy's mouth chatters, the footless immortal beats his chest and hops about." He then said, "Handed over!" and stepped down from the seat.