圓悟佛果禪師語錄 9.18

9.18

At an informal gathering for the end of the summer retreat, [the Master] said: "The year is abundant and the harvest ripe; the Way is peaceful and the times are clear. One sings the song of great peace, taking joy in unconditioned transformation. The protection of living beings having ended, the wax man becomes all the more frozen; the autumn colors are clear and transparent, the metal wind brushes gently. Just at such a time, what talk is there of Śākya, Maitreya, Mañjuśrī, Samantabhadra, Deshan, Linji, the transcendent or the descending, having matters or having no matters? Directly cut them all off at once, until the wind blows crisply; on everyone's part it stands like a sheer cliff of a thousand fathoms, and before each person flashes a great jewel light. And tell me, how do you say a phrase that does not fall into entanglement? At the top of Mount Lu, it hangs upside down; bamboo shoots among the stones quietly put forth branches."