明覺禪師語錄 5.12

5.12

Have you not seen: / The magnificent assembly on Gṛdhrakūṭa—millions passed by in vain and leisure; / Beyond worn-out patch-robes, all fell into purity. / Have you not seen again: / The solitary journey on Bear Ridge—the years passed in harsh hardship; / Amidst the deep snow, there was a single one. / Meandering and wandering for over a thousand years, / Perilous divides and steep cliffs spread out, empty and flat. / Discerning dragons from snakes, how upright is the eye? / Capturing tigers and wild bovines, the dynamic is not complete. / Looking around the stone window in all four directions, the vast ocean is narrow; / Aloof, he does not permit white clouds to be white. / Snapping the golden lock, the heavenly qilin / Raises high the iron whip to strike three hundred times. / Still lightly relinquishing it, how can one know? / Separately, there is the light of the seven stars clashing and shooting; / Held before the wind, about to be gifted to the traveler, / To redress injustice throughout the world.