宏智禪師廣錄 4.112

4.112

上堂僧問。譬如滄溟上客。夢泛蘭舟。月渚烟波。隨情放曠。正與麼時。莫便是及盡處也無。師云。依稀猶帶功。髣髴還墮色。僧云。夜來明月照千峯。峯頭漫漫還不露。師云。轉身望本家。依前白雲覆。僧云。此猶是回照底時節。作麼生得穩密恁麼去。師云。玉馬雪行歸半夜。羚羊挂角月沈西。僧云。可謂是無功之功。轉身就父去也。師云。正就父時還有消息也無。僧云。古渡風清夜色寒。箇時深深不得妙。師云。拈却寶華冠。脫盡尊貴垢。師乃云。放却纏牽。白牛步穩。未登機杼。玉女情閑。冷淡之姿如暮山之雲。清明之量如秋潭之月。能恁麼去也。便知默中有味。照中有神。是諸佛之所傳。衲僧之本得。所以道。譬如滄溟上客。夢泛闌舟。月渚烟波。隨情放曠。諸禪德。箇豈不是本來田地子。且作麼生履踐。良久云。氷壺無底至游人。清徹脾腸毛骨爽。

Ascending the hall, a monk asked: "Just like an eminent traveler upon the vast ocean, dreaming of floating in a magnolia boat, upon moonlit shoals and misty waves, wandering freely as inclination leads—right at such a time, is it not the place of having exhausted all effort?" The Master said: "Vaguely it still carries effort; indistinctly it still falls into form." The monk said: "At night the bright moon shines on a thousand peaks; atop the peaks, vast and boundless, it does not show itself." The Master said: "Turning around to gaze at the home source, as before white clouds cover it." The monk said: "This is still the time of reflecting illumination back; how can one proceed so securely and secretly?" The Master said: "A jade horse walks through snow, returning at midnight; the antelope hangs by its horns, the moon sinking in the west." The monk said: "It may be called the effort of no-effort, turning around to approach the father." The Master said: "Right when approaching the father, is there still any news?" The monk said: "At the ancient ferry the wind is clear and the night air cold; at this time, deeply, one cannot attain the subtle." The Master said: "Take off the jeweled flower crown; slough off every defilement of noble status." The Master then said: Cast off entanglements, and the white ox's steps are steady; before climbing to the loom, the jade maiden's feelings are leisurely. A cool and detached disposition is like clouds upon evening mountains; a clear and bright measure is like the moon over an autumn pool. If you can proceed like this, you will know that within silence there is flavor, and within illumination there is spirit. This is what all buddhas transmit, and what patch-robed monks fundamentally possess. Therefore it is said: just like an eminent traveler upon the vast ocean, dreaming of floating in a magnolia boat, upon moonlit shoals and misty waves, wandering freely as inclination leads. Worthies of Chan, is this not the original ground? Tell me, how do you tread it? After a long pause, he said: In an ice vessel without bottom, the traveler of ultimate wandering; / Limpid and clear through spleen and bowels, his hair and bones refreshed.