宏智禪師廣錄 6.28

6.28

A person of the Way fundamentally has no dwelling place. White clouds obscure the foot of the green mountain; the bright moon embraces the belly of the flowing stream. The clouds open and the mountain appears; the moon shifts and the water is cold. A stretch of autumn scenery is vast, clear, and boundless. The dusts never reach me; the myriad transformations are still and never move me. One who sits stably within this can then stride forward, turn around, respond to the mechanism, and enter the world. Originally there are phrases that transcend conventions, the so-called 'six doors unclosed, four crossroads without tracks.' In every place, nothing can confound it; quietly, it has never been stirred. A fully accomplished fellow knows his destination of himself.