如淨和尚語錄 2.53

2.53

老僧少年。臥牛背上吹烏鹽角。調入梅花引。忽然轉嗚噎。不知所以。乃其角破而氣絕。天地豁空吾心忘矣。久而返。吾心即天地之太祖。嗚呼岩花開松風鳴。至於萬像無作而作。皆吾心之用。而初未甞用也。於是騎牛還家。尚記其彷彿。祖清上座求語參禪。禪固不知。因筆聊塞來意。

When this old monk was young, I lay on the back of an ox playing a black-salt horn, the melody slipping into ‘Plum Blossoms Preludes.’ Suddenly it turned into sobbing, I knew not why; it was that the horn had split and the breath ceased. Heaven and earth opened into vast emptiness, and my mind was forgotten. After a long while I returned: my mind is the primordial ancestor of heaven and earth! Alas, the cliff flowers bloom, the pine winds howl, and up to the myriad phenomena doing without doing—all are the function of my mind, yet never originally used. Thereupon, riding the ox home, I still remember the resemblance. Senior monk Zuqing seeks words to practice Zen. Of Zen I certainly know nothing; thus with a brush I merely satisfy his coming intention.