虛堂和尚語錄 2.92

2.92

He then said: "Going and staying without thought, rolling up and unfurling with regular measure: spread it out, and it fills the six directions, yet the six directions are still too narrow; store it away, and it gathers into a single hair, yet a single hair is still too wide. From where do those sentient beings arise?" Striking his staff: "Flying past the imperial city, reaching far into the shade of the Southern Mountains."