虛堂和尚語錄 3.133

3.133

The Master then said: "The year runs out and the seasons end; Old Wang of the eastern village burns paper money at night. The twelfth month ends and spring returns; upstairs, someone repeatedly offers wine. Use this to demonstrate the un-transmitted wonder of the Buddhas and patriarchs; use this to verify the monk's effort under his robe. Regardless of discarding the old and setting up the new, one only needs to know the times and recognize the seasons. But when the juncture is tied together, how is this one dynamic revealed?" He struck his staff: "'I love only the clean terrace's new calendar, / too lazy to read Master Han's essay bidding farewell to poverty.'"