宏智禪師廣錄 1.178

1.178

Ascending the hall, he said: "Extinguished yet not extinguished, it unites in substance with empty space and is numinous; arising yet not arising, it shares functioning with the myriad forms and is wondrous. Before the kalpa there were no omens; after the body there is a home. A crane dreams, the nest cold: the moon bright over the dark blue forest. A dragon chants, the night drawn out: clouds lingering by the withered tree. Chan worthies! Right at such a time, with no birth or extinction, and coming and going cut off, there is the marvelous conduct of a patch-robed monk. Do you still grasp its substance?" / After a long pause, he said, "Mist veils the blue rushes, snow on the sands; / Wind plays with the white duckweed, autumn on the river."