宏智禪師廣錄 6.48

6.48

Walking and practicing completely ten out of ten, without center or edges, cutting off corners, round and smoothly rolling, further you must be hollow and empty without dregs. The clear autumn moon is cold, its radiance washing the night. Brocade clouds and flowers are gorgeous; the atmosphere turns to spring. The mechanism is empty and penetrating; the wheel of function turns freely. All of these are matters of the patch-robed monk's own enjoyment and use. The various dusts do not obscure me; the myriad dharmas are just the mind's radiance. Step by step transcending directions, the bird's path is unobstructed. Distinctly responding to the world, the valley spirit does not grow weary. Within it, one cannot be mixed; this intention cannot be categorized. Lands and dusts, thoughts and moments, originally without differing characteristics, purely one true brightness. This is the season of returning and attaining the subtlety within function. If you gather up remaining conditions and singularly clarify yourself, washing without blemish, sweeping clean without flaws, solitary brightness solely illuminating, silently savoring the ultimate journey, wisdom reaching the center of the circle, matters separated outside the pass—this is the towering, single matter of non-arising and non-ceasing. You must step back and return home, leisurely discussing this talk before you succeed.