圓悟佛果禪師語錄 9.12

9.12

道林寺解夏小參，示眾云：「凉夜群動寂，禪庭正清虛，明月印空闊，白雲任卷舒，當陽好定奪，還有作家無？」僧問：「一塵舉大地收，一葉落天下秋，衲僧分上成得箇什麼？」師云：「前不迭村，後不迭店。」進云：「大小道林，話頭也不識。」師云：「切忌虛空裏𪅎啄。」進云：「和尚恁麼道那？」師云：「作麼生是爾著實處？」僧擬進語，師云：「了。」進云：「爭奈落霞與孤鶩齊飛，秋水其長天一色。」師云：「賊過後張弓。」師乃云：「於內無心，於外無相，於上無佛祖可仰，於下無眾生可悲，慳貪嫉妬俱除，慈悲喜捨併却，兩頭坐斷，中道不拘，淨裸裸絕承當，赤灑灑無回互，擊之不濁，揚之不清，撥之不動，攪之不轉，直下坐斷，萬法頭上孤危不立，於此安居，隨處解脫，更說什麼長期百二十，中期百日，下期八十日？且功成一句作麼生道？不憐鵝護雪，且喜蠟人氷。」

At an informal gathering for the conclusion of the summer retreat at Daolin Temple, the master instructed the assembly, saying: "'On a cool night, all activities are stilled; the Chan court is truly pure and vacant. The bright moon is stamped on the vast expanse; the white clouds roll and unroll at will. Facing the sun is a fine place to decide—is there an adept or not?'" A monk asked: "When a single speck of dust is raised, the great earth is gathered in; when a single leaf falls, it is autumn under heaven. What does this amount to on the part of a patch-robed monk?" The master said: "Ahead, one does not reach a village; behind, one does not reach an inn." The monk proceeded: "Great and small Daolin does not even recognize the topic of the words." The master said: "Be sure not to peck in empty space." The monk proceeded: "Does the venerable monk speak like that?" The master said: "What is your solid place?" As the monk prepared to say more, the master said: "Finished." The monk proceeded: "How to deal with: 'The falling haze and the solitary wild duck fly together; the autumn waters share a single hue with the vast sky'?" The master said: "Drawing the bow after the thief has passed." The master then said: "Internally having no mind, externally having no characteristics; above, having no Buddhas or patriarchs to look up to; below, having no sentient beings to pity; stinginess, greed, and jealousy all removed; compassion, sympathetic joy, and equanimity cast aside; the two extremes cut off, unconfined by the middle way; completely bare without accepting [anything], stripped clean with no turning away; struck, it does not become turbid; winnowed, it does not become pure; pushed, it does not move; stirred, it does not turn; directly cutting off below, above the ten thousand phenomena it stands solitarily without peril. Dwelling here, there is liberation everywhere. What further need is there to speak of a long retreat of one hundred twenty days, a middle retreat of one hundred days, or a short retreat of eighty days? And what can be said as the phrase of accomplished merit? One does not pity the goose protecting the snow; rather, one delights in the wax man in the ice."