大慧普覺禪師語錄 12.66

12.66

Heavy as a mountain, stern and cold as iron,
shattering the Vairocana seal, sitting upon patch-robed monks' tongues.
Branching out from the spiritual source, the source is pure and the stream flows clear;
pointing to the sun as cold, calling the moon hot.
Saying this is Changling, dust is added to your eyes; saying this is not Changling, I know you have not glimpsed him yet.
Is it? Is it not? Both are superfluous talk. Is it real? Is it false? Grasping the moon in water.
If you now want to see this old man, you must raise your eyebrows and discern:
the great statue of Jiazhou takes a blow, and the iron bull of Shan Prefecture bleeds.