圓悟佛果禪師語錄 2.8

2.8

Ascending the hall, a monk asked, "Piercing horizontally through the blue vault and planting Sumeru upside down—I wonder whose lot this belongs to?" The Master said, "It belongs to the lot of one who enters hell." The monk continued, "Yet that is his place of settling body and establishing life." The Master said, "The tiles shatter and the ice melts." The monk said, "How many people can know this mind?" The Master said, "I only fear they do not know." The Master then said, "All day encountering one another without half a face seen, / Resolutely across a thousand miles there is an intimate knower. / No need to discuss extraordinary wonders beyond the norm; / Only this whole dynamic shines across past and present. / Inclining canopies like old friends; white-haired like newcomers. / Two mirrors shining on each other without a speck of dust between. / Throughout the realm it has never displayed a form, / Yet on the tip of a fine hair it universally manifests the physical body. / At rest, it is like the Valley Spirit; in motion, it is like drifting clouds. / Meeting again, there is nothing the matter; / When you do not come, I still remember you." He stepped down from the seat.