圓悟佛果禪師語錄 3.18

3.18

Ascending the seat, [the Master] said: "For several years at Blue Cliff I concealed my dullness and clumsiness, / The secluded depths truly suited my heart about going south again. / Driven and pressed to death by bitter karmic conditions, / Following along, I must after all pass over to Daolin. / One who is unentangled in either path—come forward and speak!"
A monk asked: "'Heaven attaining the One becomes clear; Earth attaining the One becomes tranquil.' What is it like when a patchrobed monk attains the One?"
The Master said: "Nowhere to hide his body."
[The monk] continued: "Then the troops follow the turning of the seal."
The Master said: "A sentence that merely fits on [like a cap]."
[The monk] continued: "'High spirit does not come from heaven and earth; / How could a hero wait for the four seasons to urge him on?'"
The Master said: "Gaze upon it, look up to it."
[The monk] continued: "Just as it says in the document: 'The fundamental true nature neither decreases nor increases; the place of the Way everywhere is without hindrance or obstacle.' Why then does the Venerable not stay at Jiashan, but instead go to Daolin?"
The Master said: "Only on account of the present gong'an."
[The monk] continued: "If so, then your kindness and compassion are unequal."
The Master said: "Where are they unequal?"
[The monk] continued: "The proof is right before our eyes."
The Master said: "You passed it by without even knowing."
[The monk] continued: "I have heard the Master's words: 'Beyond the lake there is an intimate knower of the sound; across a thousand leagues the message penetrates.' I wonder what message this is?"
The Master said: "Set your eyes high."
[The monk] continued: "Do you still permit a student to speak of principle, or not?"
The Master said: "If pecking from within and tapping from without [intervene], it will never do."
The Master then said: "Sleeping in the clouds on the peak of a solitary mountain turns one's back on the former sages; extending the hands in the crossroad market buries the lineage style. Not choosing the ground to dwell upon loses the true eye; selecting the place to abide entangles one in many complications. If one is a true patchrobed monk, with a single stroke of the blade he cleaves it clean: neither that nor this, apart from departing and apart from dwelling, bright as the blazing sun, vast as the great void, acting as master in every place, acting upon encountering conditions. Now then, what do you say about the single sentence that responds to things and benefits sentient beings? He has neither facing toward nor turning away; a single arrowhead breaks the three barriers."
The Master spoke again: "When clouds freely unfurl and roll up, how could there be this and that? When the valley spirit quietly responds, how could there be ranks of high and low? Blending and permeating all things into a whole, cutting off the vital fords into a single unity: within a speck of dust, the scripture continually turns the great dharmacakra; beneath words, the body divides, everywhere radiantly illuminating. This is the ordinary day-to-day use of the patchrobed monk's family: either gathering up the great earth like a grain of millet and tossing it before your face, or slapping Mount Sumeru so that it leaps up to the Heaven of the Thirty-Three. Tell me: is this clouds freely unfurling and rolling up? Or the valley spirit quietly responding? Do you understand yet? Sailing a boat requires a man who holds the tiller."