圓悟佛果禪師語錄 18.82

18.82

Abundantly, clouds on the southern mountain; torrential, rain on the northern mountain. / The exposed pillar chuckles; the lantern surpasses Buddhas and Patriarchs. / Surging in the middle and disappearing at the edges—Western Heaven and the Eastern Land. / The pavilion doors stand open, idle all day long; the old rustic has gone off to who knows where.