宏智禪師廣錄 4.27

4.27

The Master then said: "Fine, good Zen practitioners! Evening clouds confuse the house: one must know the spiritual bird tires of flying into the grove. Dawn shadows turn the mountain: suddenly one sees a dead snake startled out of the grass. The shuttle's path before the jade maiden's loom returns after being cut off. The song upon the wooden figure's tongue is sung out from nothingness. Taking steady strides within the bottle of the kalpa of emptiness, shaking one's head beyond the world of Bhīṣmagarjitasvararāja. There must be an intimate knower for everyone to witness it. But as for responding to changes and according with conditions, how properly should one conduct oneself? / The loom's threads do not hang upon the shuttle's head; / the woven patterns, horizontal and vertical, are distinctive in design."