如淨和尚語錄 1.79

1.79

中秋上堂。雲漫漫雨漫漫。中秋當此夜。漫漫黑漫漫。莫有衲僧麼。箇般真境界。贏得倚欄干。

Ascending the hall at Mid-Autumn: Clouds are boundless, rain is boundless; Mid-Autumn on this night, boundless and pitch-black. Is there any patch-robed monk? In such a true realm, all one gains is leaning against the balustrade.