密菴和尚語錄 1.7

1.7

Entering the abbot's quarters, he took the seat and said: "This room is profound, vast, and great, beyond the reach of speech and silence. Layman Vimalakīrti talked in his sleep here without awakening; when the ancestral masters of the seven Buddhas arrived here, their blunders were even worse. Senior Monk Jie's mouth is like a beggar's torn mat sack—how then can he make any display?" He gave a shout and said, "If one does not plunge into the billowing waves, how can one see the master of the tides?"