宏智禪師廣錄 6.47

6.47

Walking on emptiness and forgetting conditions, penetrating illumination and stepping out of shadows. A single point, spiritually vivid, clearly luminous and unobscured. The mind of the three times severed, the conditions of the four great elements exhausted. Empty, pure, subtle, and bright, solely shining through vast kalpas. If a patch-robed monk can walk like this, he will not be bound by birth and death. At the very moment of walking, letting go of the hands over the cliff, there is nothing to grasp. The thread beneath the feet severed, taking a step that completely transcends. Buddhas and patriarchs all fail to reach my ground of true, subtle illumination. Calling it oneself—this is the season of inheriting the family business. As soon as you involve yourself in thinking, you again belong to cyclic turning. Empty and ever spiritual, pure and ever illuminating. Reed blossoms and the bright moon, pristine and blended together. Rowing the solitary boat inside, do not obstruct subtle adaptation. Exactly at this time, tell me: who is it that urgently applies their eyes to distinguish it?