密菴和尚語錄 1.170

1.170

上堂：「窮諸玄辨，竭世樞機，糞掃堆頭，重添搕𢶍。明投暗合，水到渠成，作賊人心虛，抱贓叫屈。德山棒如雨點，臨濟喝似雷奔，正是平地上干戈，太平時細作。衲僧家有一條活路，千聖不曾蹈著，土曠人稀。」驀拈拄杖云：「拄杖子，列列挈挈善別端倪。」遂擲下云：「好日多同。」

Ascending the hall, [the Master] said, "Exhausting all profound eloquence and draining the worldly mechanism is merely adding more rubbish on top of a heap of sweepings. Fitting openly and matching secretly, when the water arrives the ditch is formed; a thief's heart is timid, embracing the stolen goods and crying foul. Deshan's stick falls like drops of rain; Linji's shout is like rushing thunder—this is precisely raising weapons on level ground and acting as a spy in a time of peace. Patchrobed monks have a living road that the thousand sages have never trodden; the land is broad and people are scarce."
Suddenly picking up his staff, he said, "This staff is sharp and nimble, adept at discerning subtle clues."
He then threw it down and said, "Fine days are mostly the same."