宏智禪師廣錄 9.18

9.18

Before the Old Teacher of Tiantong put brush to paper, the nostrils of the ancestral teachers had already been pierced through all at once. Having no other choice, he brought forth these words again, pointing directly face to face, so that when someone reads these eulogies, there is no separate eulogy—knowing the source beneath the words is one's own eulogy; seeing these patriarchs, there are no separate patriarchs—silently tallying with them is one's own patriarch. If it is like this, then the features of the Buddhas and patriarchs are upright, yet their outward glamour is not flaunted. The five petals on a single flower—everywhere is spring scenery. Alas! Day and night, who does not rise and sit, appear and disappear together with the ancestral masters? Yangshan said: 'I do not say you saw it; it is just that there is no difference.' Colophon by Zhenxie Qingliao.