圓悟佛果禪師語錄 19.36

19.36

Plucking the strings, he distinguishes the tune; / hearing one, he knows ten. / Holding hands and raising hands, / like pitch thrown into lacquer. / Inside the hermitage not seeing outside the hermitage— / a hole-less iron mallet does not understand. / In human life, acquaintances treasure knowing the tune; / water into water, gold bartered for gold.