宏智禪師廣錄 1.185

1.185

小參云。好諸禪德。髑髏前有本來靈。照徹毘盧頂𩕳平。玉馬過關方半夜。木雞喚月恰三更。寥寥跡絕全功轉。歷歷光生借位明。却著弊衣垂化手。合同舡子順流行。兄弟此箇田地。亘徹古今。是爾諸人分上本有底事。祇為一念封迷。諸緣籠絡所以不得自在去。勞他先覺建立化門。也祇勸爾諸人。自休自歇去。歇即菩提。勝淨明心。不從人得。便知道。夜明簾外。暗弄機梭。明月堂前。妙拈針線。長天似鏡。功圓脫彼三緣。大地如雲。過在坐他一色。那時撥轉。觸處崢嶸。根根塵塵。無非佛事。行行步步。皆是道場。恰恰現成。無一絲毫移易處。到者裡。祖師無分外授手底法。諸佛無分外相傳底心。元不盈餘。何甞欠少。祇如今左邊立諸來檀越。右邊立長蘆衲僧。何必參尋。禪什麼時不具。那用懺悔。罪什麼處得來。自然即物契神。祇麼返常合道。莫道未來佛與爾受記。何煩過去佛為我證明。祇爾箇現在不可得心。便是常住無量壽佛。諸人若向者裡。透頂透底徹本徹末。體悉得去。有什麼事。其或未然。百鳥不來春又過。不知誰是到菴人（陳謝罷）舉三祖問二祖云。某甲多諸罪障。乞師懺悔。二祖云。將罪來與汝懺。三祖云。覓罪性了不可得。二祖云。與女懺罪竟。三祖便禮拜。師云。三祖自倒自起。二祖相樓打樓。今晚海陵善友。問覺上座求懺悔。若也向者裡。心跡俱泯。體上無瘡。名相纔興。泥中洗土。且畢竟作麼生。月冷空當午。松寒露滿襟。

At an informal gathering he said: "Good Chan worthies! Before the skull there is the original numinousness, shining through the crown of Vairocana's head flat and level. The jade horse passes the barrier just at midnight; the wooden rooster calls to the moon precisely at the third watch. Vast and desolate, traces cut off, the full dynamic action turns; clearly distinct, light emerges, illuminated by borrowing the position. Then donning tattered clothes, extending transforming hands, one joins with the boatman to flow along with the current. Brothers, this realm penetrates ancient and modern; it is a matter fundamentally inherent in all of you. It is merely because of a single thought of clinging delusion, entangled by various conditions, that you are unable to attain ease. Laboring those of prior awakening to establish gates of transformation is also merely to urge all of you to cease and desist of yourselves. Ceasing is bodhi; the supremely pure, bright mind is not obtained from others. You then know: outside the luminous curtain of night, the loom-shuttle is secretly worked; in front of the bright moon hall, the needle and thread are wondrously handled. The vast sky is like a mirror: when merit is complete, shed those three conditions; the great earth is like a cloud: the fault lies in sitting in one color. At that time, when it is turned around, everywhere is towering and prominent. Every sense-root and every sense-dust is nothing other than Buddhist work; every step and every action is a place of the Way. It is precisely fully realized, with not a hair's breadth of shifting or alteration. Arriving here, the Patriarchs have no extra Dharma to offer with their hands, and the Buddhas have no extra mind to transmit. Originally it is not in excess; how has it ever been lacking? Just as now, on the left stand all the visiting dānapatis, and on the right stand the patch-robed monks of Changlu. Why must one search and seek? At what time is Chan not complete? What need is there to repent? Where does sin come from? Naturally, conforming to phenomena one tallies with the spirit; just thus, turning back to the ordinary, one accords with the Way. Do not speak of future Buddhas bestowing predictions upon you; why trouble past Buddhas to bear witness for me? Just this present ungraspable mind of yours is precisely the constantly abiding Buddha of Immeasurable Life. If all of you, right here, penetrate from top to bottom and see through from root to branch, grasping its substance thoroughly, what matter could there be? If not yet so: / The hundred birds do not come, and spring passes again; / I wonder who the person is that has reached the hut." / (After the acknowledgments of thanks, he cited:) "The Third Patriarch asked the Second Patriarch, saying, 'I have many sinful obstacles; I beg you, Master, to repent for me.' / The Second Patriarch said, 'Bring your sins here, and I will repent for them for you.' / The Third Patriarch said, 'Searching for the nature of sin, it is completely ungraspable.' / The Second Patriarch said, 'I have finished repenting your sins for you.' / The Third Patriarch then bowed. / The master said, 'The Third Patriarch fell down of himself and stood up of himself; the Second Patriarch made a tower and knocked down a tower. Tonight, good friends from Hailing ask Head Monk Jue to seek repentance. If you also turn toward this place, mind and traces are both obliterated, and upon the body there is no wound. As soon as names and forms arise, it is washing away mud in the mud. But ultimately, how is it? / The moon is cold, the sky right at noon; / Pines are chill, dew soaking the lapel.'"