明覺禪師語錄 5.10

5.10

In antiquity there was the music of the scorched paulownia—few listened, not for lack of plucking; / In antiquity there was the song of 'Sunny Spring'—few harmonised, not for lack of words. / When speaking, the teeth grow cold, / Not having reached the root of separation and subtlety; / When plucking, the years draw to an end, / Not having exhausted the source of rising and sinking. / At Shaolin, how often he sat as flowering trees shed leaves; / On Yu Ridge walking alone, heaven and earth are broad. / Smiling at Confucius and Wenbo Xue: / Wheels side by side on the same path, yet taking different ruts. / The qilin and phoenix—how can they be discussed? / Xu You and Chaofu—what more is to be said? / Autumn light is clear and bright, the toad reflects in the water; / The autumn wind soughs, the first leaves fall. / Seeing you step loftily away, who does not know? / If they say they do not know, that is what is precious.