虛堂和尚語錄 9.135

9.135

Ascending the hall: "At the utmost of stillness, not knowing movement, there is emptiness; at the utmost of movement, not knowing stillness, there is response. Movement and stillness are of one measure, subtly resting in the middle way. Patch-robed monks attaining this samādhi churn the long river into ghee and transform the great earth into gold—this is not beyond their portion. Otherwise..." He struck the staff: "Pisisisi, eat a green olive."