宏智禪師廣錄 5.11

5.11

At an informal gathering, a monk asked: "Vast and boundless, not establishing a single dust mote; profound and uniquely persisting, universally responding to the ten directions. How is it just at such a time?"
The Master said, "There are also no ten directions to respond to."
The monk said, "Like space merging with space, like water returning to water."
The Master said, "Though it is indeed so, what is it like?"
The monk said, "I also need you to point it out clearly."
The Master said, "Try pointing it out where it is clear, and let us see."
The monk said, "The night moon shines, embracing the ancient ford; / White clouds bring no rain, wrapping the autumn mountain."
The Master said, "Turning sideways within the upright position; returning from inside the biased position."
The monk said, "Who is the one who does not engage in coming and going?"
The Master said, "The host outside the luminous curtain of night."
The monk said, "White clouds cover the green mountain; / The peak of the green mountain is not exposed."
The Master said, "This is still an affair on the side of the biased and upright."
The monk said, "How is it when not falling into bias and uprightness?"
The Master said, "It falls."
The monk made prostrations.