大慧普覺禪師語錄 5.31

5.31

Ascending the hall on Mid-Autumn, he cited: "When Yangshan and Changsha were admiring the moon, Yangshan pointed at the moon with his finger and said, 'Everyone has this, yet they simply cannot use it.' Changsha said, 'It is precisely for you to use.' Yangshan said, 'How is it used?' Changsha stepped forward and kicked Yangshan over. Yangshan got up and said, 'Right here, you are like a tiger.'"
The Master said, "A bright, pure orb, its cold radiance ten thousand miles. The sharp-witted know autumn when a leaf falls; for the clumsy, honest advice grates on the ear. Cease or not cease? End or not end? The Little Śākya had the capacity to snare a tiger, yet the old tiger had no teeth. The kick back then was hardly hasty; tumbling abruptly to the ground was no accident. Is there anyone in the assembly who can discern the black and white between the two elders?" After a long pause, he said, "Even if there were, it would still be swinging a staff to strike the moon."