大慧普覺禪師語錄 12.74

12.74

A great furnace and bellows forging buddhas and patriarchs, / Fierce tongs and hammers tempering mortals and sages; / He raised Caodong when it had already fallen, / And applied acupuncture to the fatal depth when death was certain. / Expert at preaching the essentials of the Dharma, / Never straying into subtle extremes, / Without rising from his seat, / He transformed bramble patches into the palaces of Brahma, Śakra, and the devas and nāgas, yet remained non-active and non-doing. / His spirit serene, settled, and numinous, / With snowy brow and bushy eyebrows; / The master artisan conjured it forth, yet would not let Sengyou know; / Hung in the empty hall, Master Liang Bao is still confounded. / This is the old veteran of Tiantong; / Who else could be Miaoxi's kindred spirit?