如淨和尚語錄 2.39

2.39

除夜小參。年盡月盡日盡時盡。以拂子劃一劃云。盡情劃斷。舉拂子云。者箇無盡。還見麼。喚作清涼拂子。受用無盡。今夜共諸人分歲。說法無盡。所以春水滿四澤無盡。夏雲多奇峯無盡。秋月揚明輝無盡。冬嶺秀孤松無盡。一年如是。過去無盡。一年如是。到來無盡。若恁麼見得。日日眼睛定動。時時鼻孔軒昂。依舊年月日時悉皆無盡。雖然盡與無盡。與者拂子。總不相干。正當恁麼。忽有箇漢。出來對眾。奪却免見葛藤無盡。大家慶快無盡。其或未然。伏聽處分。擊拂子云。斬新曆日明朝看。大歲騎牛倒上天。舉。僧問香林。如何是衲衣下事。香林云。臘月火燒山。師頌云。衲衣下事火燒山。臘月家貧徹骨寒。堪笑連延曾未息。眉毛焦赤面皮斑。

Minor convocation on New Year's Eve: "The year is exhausted, the month is exhausted, the day is exhausted, the hour is exhausted."
Drawing a stroke with his whisk, he said: "Utterly stroke it off!"
Holding up the whisk, he said: "This one is inexhaustible!
Do you still see it?
Calling it Qingliang's whisk,
its functioning is inexhaustible.
Tonight, parting with the year together with all of you,
the preaching of the Dharma is inexhaustible.
Therefore, the spring waters filling the four marshes are inexhaustible;
the summer clouds forming many wondrous peaks are inexhaustible;
the autumn moon casting bright radiance is inexhaustible;
the winter ridges showing off solitary pines are inexhaustible.
One year is like this: the past is inexhaustible;
one year is like this: what arrives is inexhaustible.
If you can see it like this,
day by day your eyes move steadily,
hour by hour your nostrils flare high;
as of old, year, month, day, and hour are all inexhaustible.
Although it is so, exhausted and inexhaustible
have nothing whatsoever to do with this whisk.
Just at such a time, if a fellow should suddenly come out before the assembly
and snatch it away to avoid seeing inexhaustible entangling vines,
everyone would rejoice with inexhaustible joy.
If this is not yet so, prostrate yourselves and listen to the ruling."
Striking with the whisk, he said: "Look at the brand-new calendar tomorrow morning;
the Grand Year rides an ox upside down to heaven."
He cited: "A monk asked Xianglin, 'What is the matter beneath the patch-robe?'
Xianglin said, 'In the twelfth month, fire burns the mountain.'"
The Master made a verse:
"The matter beneath the patch-robe is fire burning the mountain;
in the twelfth month, the household is poor and bone-chillingly cold.
How laughable that the continuous flames have never ceased;
the eyebrows are singed red, the facial skin mottled."