如淨和尚語錄 1.56

1.56

Ascending the hall to thank the monastic officers: Breaking open the black lacquer bucket, the ten directions are vast and empty. An explosive thunderclap of a shout transforms and penetrates; lightning flashes as a thousand functions suddenly unleash. Then one can sustain the monastic household in the east rank, and furiously berate the Buddhas and Patriarchs in the west rank. Gathering and releasing without cause or trace; moving freely across past and present. Just at such a moment, tell me: what about the single phrase that does not establish merit? Why does everyone add ash and dirt over their heads?