圓悟佛果禪師語錄 1.45

1.45

Ascending the hall, the Master said: "Before the dynamic wheel has turned, the great earth is pitch black; when the ancient mirror hangs before the porch, the realm of sands is starkly bare. Cut off the mental faculty so there is no place to stir or turn; plug the throat so there is no place to exhale breath—this is precisely a genuine person. Bring it up, and it is heaven and the human realm; stir it, and ice melts and tiles disintegrate. Right upon the life vein, how do you point? Where is it hot in the autumn of the eighth month?" He stepped down from the seat.