圓悟佛果禪師語錄 4.24

4.24

Pacification Commissioner Yang requested the Master to ascend the hall. A monk asked: "White clouds fill the seats, auspicious vapors encircle the Chan hall; the true news of Shaoshi, we wish you to raise directly in response to the moment." The Master said: "One raising: a thousand differences share the same illumination." The monk said: "The single voice is clear and swift, a tongue creating tides; myriad kinds merely hear it, and their Dharma eye opens." The Master said: "The wind blows and the grass bends." The monk said: "As for harboring strategies that settle heaven and earth, being a hero unmatched in the world, possessing the sword that kills people and holding the blade that brings people to life—is there still any Buddhadharma truth in this or not?" The Master said: "There is." The monk said: "What is the Buddhadharma truth?" The Master said: "Truly invincible under heaven." The Master then said: "The ten directions of space are fused and encompassed, the true eye is thoroughly clear; the eight extremities enjoy peace, and the complete dynamic operates alone. The myriad phenomena cannot conceal it; the thousand sages cannot fathom it. Distinct and bright, it leaves behind all acceptance; clearly evident, it has no mutual evasion. What is readily present is a great gate of liberation. One has the eye that surpasses lineages and oversteps categories, possesses the dynamic that leaves views behind and severs emotional sentiment, appearing and disappearing within it, functioning identically in going and returning. When raised directly, heaven spins and earth turns—one must fold one's hands and surrender; when lowered, the grass bends and the wind blows—one inevitably keeps one's whole body away from harm. It can gather myriad blessings, extinguish all calamities, repay sovereign and parents, and bring peace to the state. It completely illumines a single ray of spiritual light, not falling into seeing, hearing, knowing, or perceiving. Just at such a moment, how do you express the phrase that reaps the cause and matures the fruit? Ten thousand leagues of rivers revert to one who possesses the Way; singing songs of triumph together, they celebrate the lord's return."