虛堂和尚語錄 4.33

4.33

Bickering and barking, driven by thunder and galloping like lightning; / Lowering hands, not yet wandering beyond the forms; from the empty sky protrudes a tiny hair. / Before the eyes, it is hard to conceal; in desolation, who knows it? / The father stole a sheep, and the son testified to it; / Let the dark wind blow through myriad kalpas!