如淨和尚語錄 1.42

1.42

On the first day of the tenth month, a scribe arrived. Ascending the hall: / 'Heaven and earth are one finger; / The ten thousand things are one horse.' / The two arise from the one; / The one too must be let go. / Striking with the whisk once, he said: / "Afterward, taking it up right here—it is called the patch-robed monk's firewood tip. In the wave-heart of the great sea, lightly rocking and shaking; atop the summit of Sumeru, sweat streams freely. Today, with this, we light the stove. Without a word of host and guest, Zhaozhou is thoroughly checked out. Although intending to return to the warm place, an arrow has pierced the skull."