如淨和尚語錄 1.43

1.43

臘八上堂。瞿曇打失眼睛時。雪裡梅花只一枝。而今到處成荊棘。却笑春風繚亂吹。諸方說禪。清涼念詩。還當得麼。其如不然。燒香點燭拜泥團。腦後遼天鷂子飛。

Ascending the hall on the eighth day of the twelfth month: When Gautama lost his eyes, / amid the snow there was only a single branch of plum blossoms. / Now, thorns and briars grow everywhere; / he smiles instead as the spring wind blows in disarray. Everywhere they speak of Chan; Qingliang recites poetry. Can that be sufficient? If indeed it is not, one burns incense, lights candles, and bows to lumps of mud, while behind one's head a hawk flies across the distant sky.