如淨和尚語錄 1.44

1.44

Ascending the hall to pray for clear weather: One drop without stopping; two drops, three drops; dripping and trickling, from morning until dusk. Turning into a torrential downpour, nothing can be done; mountains, rivers, and the great earth are engulfed in wind and waves. Sneezing once, he said: It all does not go beyond the single outburst of a patch-robed monk's sneeze, which directly brings the clearing of clouds and the rising of the sun! Raising his whisk, he said: Assembly, look right here! A bright and clear sky swallows the eight directions. If the water remains dripping wet as before, the entire household will drift and fall into the land of rākṣasas! Bowing down to Śākya, refuge in Maitreya! One who can save from the suffering of the world—the wonderful wisdom and power of Avalokiteśvara! Du!