虛堂和尚語錄 5.148

5.148

拄天拄地黑如漆，不分晝夜是何物，拈來拋向屎坑中，
火裏紅蓮香拂拂。

Propping up heaven and supporting earth, black as lacquer;
Not distinguishing day from night, what thing is it?
Take it up and toss it into the cesspool;
In the midst of fire, the red lotus wafts fragrance.