虛堂和尚語錄 9.19

9.19

On the memorial day of Venerable Yun'an, he offered incense: "'Hūṃ phaṭ traṭ ra'—tied up in knots; the earth turns, heaven rotates, difficult to distinguish! Not letting Songyuan save on counting coins, accustomed to using the patch-robed monks' formula for locking mouths. Dying together, not living together, specially making ruts and tracks; re-arrayed amid the shadows of the autumn wind. Ties severed, feelings forgotten for forty years—when can one wait for the water turtle to become a soft-shelled turtle?"