圓悟佛果禪師語錄 4.22

4.22

After a monk tonsured again had completed his expression of gratitude, the Master ascended the seat and said: "The heaven within heaven, the sage among sages, dwelling in the greatness within the realm, supreme beyond the world, holding the precious register to govern the people, turning the golden wheel to reign supreme, clearing the six directions and ending toxicity in all quarters, he then issued the imperial decree to revitalize the Buddhadharma once again. He thereby enabled Śākya's sons across the entire realm to resume their monastic garb, returning the fundamental tablet to Prime Minister Pei and surrendering the cap and hairpin to Great Being Fu; once again rounding the cranial feature of an arhat, and once more donning the patched field-of-merit robe of Kuci. In an instant, the old appearance was restored. The imperial grace is lofty and heavy, tenfold ten-thousand hills and mountains; how could the minuteness of grass and trees ever hope to repay it? I merely pour out my heart and liver to emit a tiny hair's breadth. Great assembly! The ancient Buddhas possessed the dynamic atop the crown of the head, like striking sparks from flint, like a flash of lightning. The ancestral masters possessed the final phrase: swallowing the chestnut burr, leaping out of the diamond cage. With this, one can rival sages and astonish the multitude; one can transform an ordinary mortal into a sage, outshining the present and manifesting the ancient, surpassing form and riding sound. Now, bringing it out before the assembly, it incurs no entanglement in former tracks. Do you understand? The wondrous power of the great potter's wheel precedes heaven and earth; the grace of covering and sustaining reverts to the great sage."