如淨和尚語錄 1.71

1.71

上堂。今朝二月初一。拂子眼睛凸出。明似鏡黑如漆。驀然𨁝跳。吞却乾坤一色。衲僧門下猶是撞牆。撞壁畢竟如何。盡情拈却笑。呵呵一任春風。沒奈何。

Ascending the hall: Today is the first day of the second month; the whisk's eyeballs bulge out. Bright as a mirror, black as lacquer. Suddenly leaping up, it swallows the single color of heaven and earth. Beneath the gate of a patch-robed monk, it is still knocking into walls and bumping into partitions. In the end, how is it? Completely relinquishing it, laughing haha; letting the spring wind blow as it will, nothing can be done.