圓悟佛果禪師語錄 20.94

20.94

All his life he spoke only stubborn Chan; / colliding with the stubborn head, it is like an iron wall. / Stripping off the snare and severing the heels, / gathering up the great earth, it is pitch-black. / In his later years he grew even less talkative; / brandishing the vajra hammer, he smashed nest and cave. / If hereafter you wish to recognize Yuanwu's face, / I have once and for all held it out for that person.