虛堂和尚語錄 3.51

3.51

The posthumous letter of Upādhyāya Qian of Xuedou arrived. Ascending the hall: "Striking the clouds, the dream is broken; rinsing with jade, the boat moves on. Seizing the moment, he turned empty space around; on the great earth there is not an inch of soil. Thus our Old Man Daxie of the solitary peak of Miaogao mixed bran to sell flour, reviving the fallen lineage of Zhongfeng; he smelled soil and blew sand, blinding Songyuan's eyes for instructing people. Seeking juice from a steelyard weight, tears flow from an aching heart. Such an evil foe of arising and ceasing never dies through ten thousand ages and a thousand autumns."