圓悟佛果禪師語錄 2.15

2.15

Ascending the hall, the Master said, "Attaining realization at the staff's head is tossing dirt and scattering sand; undertaking it under a shout is chasing emptiness and catching echoes. Transcendent or downward, it becomes all the more muddled; talking of the wondrous and discussing the mystery is mixing mud with water. This patch of land has been handed over for a long time. Plainly deceiving people: gathering up the entire earth, it is like the size of a millet grain; swinging a staff to strike the moon. Buddhas and patriarchs, ordinary beings and sages are tossed to one side—what is it like when relying on nothing at all? Red clouds pierce the emerald sea; / The white sun circles Sumeru." He stepped down from the seat.