虛堂和尚語錄 7.186

English (machine translation) 7.186

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7.186

The sharp blade has never caught a speck of dust;
Through wiping, polishing, and grinding, the mind is already like cold ashes.
On an autumn night, unable to endure the ape howling at the moon,
With whom will you ascend the Terrace of Wonderful Heights?

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