圓悟佛果禪師語錄 2.43

2.43

Ascending the hall, he said: “The sky is cold and people are cold; everyone is in this. Water drops, ice freezes; there is no leisure for this. A person in the courtyard suddenly cannot find mind; who understands the matter beneath the patch-robed monk's gown when wild fire burns the mountain? A thousand layers, a hundred coils, without obstruction; Han departs, Hu comes, cutting off all trade. But how do you speak a phrase that does not leave the immediate spot? The crane flies through a thousand feet of snow; the dragon rises from a pool of ice.”