圓悟佛果禪師語錄 8.27

8.27

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, ascending the hall, he said: "To penetrate it just like this is already to enter mud and water; how could one bear further petty entanglements, having neither head nor mouth? To reach here, you must be like someone who has died the great death and then returned to life before you can attain it. Do you fully understand? At the tip of the staff one can realize verification; under the shout, direct acceptance is cut off."
He added:
"Light and time are as swift as a shuttle;
How can the wise and clear deal with it?
A thousand groves of withered, fallen leaves;
A solitary wild goose crosses the autumn river.
The wind is sharp, the sound of the fulling block far away;
The mountain is high, the moonlight abundant.
Who, facing this season,
Knows how to sing the Song of the Purple Mushrooms?"