宏智禪師廣錄 1.159

1.159

Ascending the hall, [the Master] said: "Every land and every dust mote is myself; there is nowhere to hide the body. Everywhere arriving, meeting that one; this person is endowed with the eye. On the tips of the hundred grasses, at the gates of the bustling market: blended in, yet not following the stream; unalike, yet completely cutting off leakage. One must know that where patch-robed monks act, great function appears before them. Puhua is half-mad and half-crazy; Jinniu sings to himself and dances to himself. Do you all understand? Relying on the wind to blow the fire takes little strength. Participate!"