宏智禪師廣錄 4.267

4.267

Ascending the hall to see off an alms-collector: "The echo of the mountain valley, the image in the water mirror, the mind of the white clouds, the capacity of the great void. Responding to opportunities, suddenly rolling up, suddenly rolling out; holding the command, completely gathering, completely releasing. The three-thousandfold world is your karmic affinity; a hundred billion transformation bodies are your skillful craft. The wind moves through empty space, the boat rides the waves; giving and receiving merge into one, without the characteristic of abiding. One word sends you off—do you know it or not? A thousand monks rest upon your alms bowl."