圓悟佛果禪師語錄 19.50

19.50

The bell sounds when struck; / the valley receives the echo. / The pool prints the moon; / the mirror contains images. / It was never a matter of spreading business to fit the dynamic; / how could it be scratching beforehand to await the itch? / Touching iron to make gold; / raising the straight to set aside the crooked. / With one arrow, a pair of eagles; / with one slap, a palm of blood. / Do you not see: / vast and wide is heaven's net, / coarse yet it loses nothing!