圓悟佛果禪師語錄 8.10

8.10

Ascending the hall, he said: "Having phrases or without phrases, transcending lineages and going beyond molds—like vines clinging to a tree, like silver mountains and iron walls. But when the tree falls and the vines wither, how many people lose their nostrils! Even if you are able to gather them together, you are already thousands and myriads of miles away. Just when there is no such news, can you still penetrate through? The wind is warm, bird songs are scattered; the sun is high, flower shadows are dense."