大慧普覺禪師語錄 11.74

11.74

Acting before the signal is clumsy;
turning unprompted already reveals ugliness.
How can one bear further flapping two strips of skin—
does that not merely gouge out empty space to cut windows?
A wooden horse whinnies in vain amid fire;
a mud ox bellows fruitlessly on the waterbed.
Chan practitioner Yong, listen to my words:
when pressed to the edge of the cliff, you must let go your hands.