虛堂和尚語錄 8.24

8.24

師乃云：「金錍刮膜，自病難醫，利劍揮空，逃蹤莫及。何似橫拈麈尾，抑挫來機，殺活雖殊，對揚有準。什麼人得此三昧？」卓主文：「一二三，三二一。」

The master then said: "The golden lancet scrapes away cataracts, but one's own sickness is hard to cure; a sharp sword brandishes in the air, but escaping tracks is beyond reach. How can that compare to picking up the whisk horizontally and subduing incoming capacities? Although killing and enlivening differ, their response has precision. What person attains this samādhi?" He struck his staff: "One, two, three; three, two, one."