宏智禪師廣錄 1.190

1.190

小參云。好兄弟。一葉落天下秋。一塵起大地收。拈起也周偏法界。應用無方。放下也清淨本然。虛明絕待。衲僧家。有時投兔角杖。繞天下走。去無去相。便知道。雲水是闍梨。闍梨是雲水。有時坐法空座。坐斷報化佛頭。住無住相。方見得家風是自己。自己是家風。直得動靜二相。了然不生。恁麼也得。不恁麼也得。恁麼不恁麼總得。雖然如是。不見道。縱然為客樂。爭似在家貧。復舉僧問九峯。西天夏末多有得道果者。和尚此間還有也無。峯云有。僧云。是什麼人。峯云。頭戴午夜月。脚踏黃金地。僧云。還轉也無。峯云作麼生不轉。僧云如何是轉。峯云。今古已聞龍退骨。師云。不守功不得色。玉人未照當臺鏡。石女不登月下機。可謂枯木龍吟。猶帶喜在。髑髏眼睛。猶帶識在。直是智不到處。路已轉時。且道合作麼生體悉。良久云。還會麼。蘆荻易分相混雪。水天難辨合同秋。

Instructing the assembly, [the Master] said: "Good brothers: when a single leaf falls, it is autumn under heaven; when a single dust-mote arises, it gathers the great earth. Held up, it pervades the Dharma realm, functioning without bounds; laid down, it is pure and inherently so, empty, luminous, and beyond duality. A patch-robed monk sometimes throws down a rabbit-horn staff and runs throughout the world, going without any mark of going; then he knows that clouds and waters are the ācārya, and the ācārya is clouds and waters. Sometimes he sits on the seat of Dharma emptiness, sitting through the heads of the reward and transformation Buddhas, dwelling without any mark of dwelling; only then does he see that the family style is oneself, and oneself is the family style. It goes so far that the two marks of movement and stillness are completely unarisen. Thus is permissible, not thus is permissible; thus or not thus are both entirely permissible. Although it is like this, have you not seen it said: 'Even though being a guest brings joy, / How can it compare to being poor at home?'"
He then brought up: A monk asked Jiufeng, "In the Western Heavens at the end of summer, there are many who attain the fruits of the Way. Does the Venerable have them here or not?" Jiufeng said, "There are." The monk said, "What kind of person?" Jiufeng said, "Wearing the midnight moon upon the head, treading on the golden ground with the feet." The monk said, "Does he still turn or not?" Jiufeng said, "Why would he not turn?" The monk said, "What is turning?" Jiufeng said, "From antiquity to present, it is already heard that the dragon casts off its bones."
The Master said: "Not maintaining function, not attaining color. The jade figure has not yet looked into the mirror on the stand; the stone maiden does not mount the loom beneath the moon. It can be said: 'A dragon roaring in a withered tree still carries joy; eyes in a skull still carry consciousness.' Reaching directly to where wisdom does not arrive, when the path has already turned, tell me: how should one realize it?" After a good while he said, "Do you understand? / Reeds and rushes are easily distinguished from the snow with which they mingle; / Water and sky are hard to tell apart in a single autumn."