圓悟佛果禪師語錄 7.17

7.17

Ascending the hall, he said: "Yesterday's wind and today's wind—gust after gust does not arise from elsewhere. Ten days of rain and five days of rain—drop after drop falls in no other place. The great square has no outside; the great image has no form. Gathering the entire world, it is like a grain of millet; taking all of empty space, it is a leaf in the palm. One can drag Silla and Champā to butt foreheads together, so that an arrow shot from the eastern continent Pūrvavideha strikes the target in the western continent Aparagodānīya. Therefore it is said: 'The skull constantly dries out the worlds; the nostrils rub against the lineage style.' If one has not yet stepped beyond the realm of the skandhas and is still trapped in seeing, knowing, and hearing, such talk is just like a duck listening to thunder, or scratching an itch across a boot. Even if you cast off sense organs and dust, and get rid of dynamic sharpness and objective realm, there still remains a single track of road. And how do you speak a phrase that does not tread either path? Do you fully understand? The stone lion before the steps of the Buddha Hall; the iron Kunlun at the bottom of the great ocean."