圓悟佛果禪師語錄 2.16

2.16

Ascending the hall, a monk asked, "Birth and death alternate, cold and heat replace each other. I wonder: does the true person without rank still have cold and heat or not?" The Master said, "Sweat flows like rain." The monk continued, "It is clearly before the eyes." The Master said, "Do not make a nest right before the eyes." The monk said, "What about right now?" The Master said, "Baffling the fellow." The Master then said, "The summer heat steams people as if fallen into a cauldrons-steamer; / The four limbs pour sweat as if boiling soup were poured. / Depending on the white feather completely exerting its strength, / It draws a gust of pure breeze and a mantle of coolness. / Do you people still feel your body hair standing on end? Zha!" He stepped down from the seat.