如淨和尚語錄 1.61

1.61

Ascending the hall: In the middle of the night a black hen embraces a swan's egg; at daybreak it gives birth to an old crane. Long feathers, a short bill, in the shape of an egret; flying up, throwing the stars of the entire sky into disarray. The ancients spoke thus. Just now in the assembly, is there anyone with clear eyes and an awakened mind? Come out and meet the ancients face to face! If perhaps it is not yet so: With one punch, toppling Yellow Crane Tower; with one kick, flipping over Parrot Island! Du! Beside the hedge, swallows and sparrows chirp in vain.