大慧普覺禪師語錄 12.31

12.31

Opening the mouth of Xuefeng, giving vent to the energy of Muzhou,
hands in his sleeves with solemn composure, glaring like a watching tiger.
As I say these words, there is speech without meaning;
sparks from flint, flashes of lightning—bah, what dull hesitation!
Dragging his kāṣāya, who knows who he is?
If someone can continue the final phrase, I allow that you have met him in person.