大慧普覺禪師語錄 10.236

10.236

"Yunmen holds up the bamboo comb; / Opening your mouth, one knows your words fall. / Not eating the incense-heaped food from above, / Willingly submitting to eating people's spittle (first). / Yunmen holds up the bamboo comb; / Patch-robed monks, beware of needle and awl! / The phoenix does not roost in thorns and briars; / The snipe insists on guarding an empty pond (second). / Yunmen holds up the bamboo comb; / The entire body dragged through water and mud. / I respectfully inform the superior seekers of the mystery: / Let go your hands on the sheer cliff without delay (third). / Yunmen holds up the bamboo comb; / Deliberating, one knows you are confused and disordered. / Even if you manage to save your eyes, / On the spot you lose your nostrils (fourth). / Yunmen holds up the bamboo comb, / Exposing the heart, liver, and five viscera. / Pitiful is the corpse-like patch-robed monk, / Still with his soul flying and his gall drained (fifth)."