圓悟佛果禪師語錄 2.35

2.35

Retaining the head monk, he ascended the hall: "The ancient road is level; the true regulation does not fall into ruin. Discipline has its proper place; leadership has its man. Internally solemn, externally tranquil, establishing home and rejoicing in one's vocation, taking the great-thousandfold realm as the one true realm, taking the Buddhas of the ten directions as the same Rocana. Mañjuśrī and Samantabhadra's lights cross and interlace; Avalokiteśvara and Maitreya raise fists and join palms; Linji and Deshan mutually praise and accomplish; white bullocks and wildcats have no favoring or turning away. One can perform the song of the unborn and sing the ode of great peace. And how do you speak the phrase that transcends sentiment and departs from views? The wooden man holds the clapper and strikes it amid the clouds; / The stone woman holds the reed pipes and plays them at the bottom of the well."