圓悟佛果禪師語錄 11.15

11.15

At an informal gathering the Master said: "Cutting off the paths of the thousand differentiations, sitting upon the head of right and wrong, the reward and transformation bodies find no room for themselves, and speech and silence are devoid of news. Right at such a time, if there is an intention of the ancestral teacher coming from the west, this is precisely scattering dirt and throwing sand; if there is no intention of coming from the west, it is very much like deceiving one another to the face. Leaving these two paths aside, you must know that that house has a way of extrication. Great assembly! Clearly it is not an affair before your eyes, nor is it a dynamic before your eyes. There is a single phrase which the thousand sages cannot see; there is a single phrase from which the thousand sages cannot stick their heads out; there is a single phrase which the thousand sages share in common and use together. But tell me: from where, in the end, does this single phrase flow forth? If anyone recognizes the place to which it flows forth, then stark naked and cleanly stripped, one neither speaks of one being three nor three being one, has no need to apply the staff, has no need to deliver a shout, has no need to say it is an accomplished gong'an, has no use for blinking eyes and raising eyebrows, and has no need to discuss the profound and speak of the wondrous. Therefore Śākyamuni, Maitreya, Mañjuśrī, and Samantabhadra are still its errand runners. It fundamentally does not make anything, does not do anything; it cuts off everything, originally without movement or wavering. Under the heels of each and every person, it is round, bright, and brilliantly illuminating like the great disc of the sun; everyone, by turning back the light, attains crossing over. It is not in another place, nor in oneself; it is not inside, not outside, and not in between. Yet all extraordinary affairs are established because of it; all wondrously supreme affairs are brought to completion by it. It is like the precious blade in the king's armory, like the three eyes of Maheśvara, like the three dots of the rounded letter 'i', like the poison-smeared drum; thousands of words and myriads of phrases in the end cannot explain it, cannot achieve it. Right at such a time, do you fully understand yet? / Like the king's precious sword following the king's will, / Sweeping and brandishing, horizontal and vertical, attaining utter freedom."