宏智禪師廣錄 4.187

4.187

Ascending the hall: "Lifelong affairs atop the hundred grasses; hundreds of billions of bodies before the gates of the noisy market. Having exhausted such idle shadows and echoes, one illuminates the substance of the person beyond the kalpa of emptiness. What does that person beyond have? Where the white clouds end, the green mountains are graceful. Severing other conditions, one merely guards oneself. Entering the summer retreat, one must make mold grow on the mouth. To speak is the howling of a jackal; not to speak is naturally the lion's roar."