宏智禪師廣錄 1.180

1.180

Ascending the hall, he said: "Good Chan worthies! The cloud is mindless and naturally at ease; the sky is boundless and can be vast. The Way has no form and universally responds; the spirit has no anxiety and is constantly at peace. Follow it, and you see no trace of its going; meet it, and you see no point of its coming. The entire canon of teachings merely amounts to praise; the Buddhas of the three periods can only look on from the side. Candlelight at dawn, the hall is empty: the weaver woman shifts the loom, the track of the shuttle fine. The water is clear, the night quiet: the old fisherman wraps himself in a straw cape, the boat's moon cold. Chan worthies, have you ever arrived at such a realm, such a season? If not yet so, do not cite it at random."