圓悟佛果禪師語錄 3.4

3.4

Ascending the hall, he said: “Teeth grow upon teeth, horns grow upon horns, dynamic function emerges from dynamic function, skill emerges from skill; scratching an itch on a venomous snake's nose, snatching meat from beneath a hungry hawk's talons, devising plans at the bottom of a thousand-foot well, performing tricks at the top of a hundred-foot pole, taking Sumeru into a mustard seed, hurling the great trichiliocosm beyond direction—extraordinary indeed, wondrous indeed! Yet examining it carefully, how could it compare to dropping off the bottom of the bucket right here, the three realms levelling into a sink, attaining a complete rest? The past of itself passes, the future takes its own course; right now it is ready-made, cutting off the tongues of everyone under heaven. Do you understand completely? The sound of eaves does not cease from the rain ten days ago; flashes of lightning still join with thunder later tonight.”