虛堂和尚語錄 2.73

2.73

He then said: "The frosty wind warns of dawn; yellow leaves pile up like clouds. Just like my own school, equally desolate and bleak. There are those who say: 'The old fellow usually competes in poverty, not in wealth.' This mountain monk thinks otherwise. Why? As long as there is someone on the head of the bench, naturally the warm air will harmonize."