圓悟佛果禪師語錄 8.8

8.8

Ascending the hall, he said: "Breaking through the ancestral barrier, one does not know of the changing of things. A single thought can be ten thousand years; a single strip of pure white silk. The thousand differences are intimate before the eyes; the myriad transformations appear within the mirror. Suddenly wanting to enter the triple gate, casually one rides the Buddha hall." He added: "Night rain soaks deep spring; / the colour of moss dyes people. / By the creek the fragrant grass is green; / the flowers and willow boughs are fresh. / The scent is richer than wine; / the breeze and light softer than woven mats. / Lingyun could not find it— / where would one awaken to natural truth?"