如淨和尚語錄 1.68

1.68

Gathering his robes and taking his seat, he then said (the questions and answers are not recorded): Cutting off thousands of distinctions, singularly holding up this one matter. Over there, set down turtle hair; right here, pick up rabbit horns. Yi! Knocking open the wonderful pavilion of joy; auspicious mists and auspicious clouds fill the blue sky. Turning to enter the plum blossoms and watch them in full bloom; the spring wind shakes the jade balustrade. Therefore humans and devas gather universally, and Buddhas and Patriarchs pass through the barrier. Launching great functioning and displaying great application, the iron hammer joins the ranks, chilling bones and hair. Just at such a moment, patch-robed monks' nostrils—by all means avoid deceiving one another! In the end, what is it? Within the imperial transformation across the four seas and five lakes, the signless state of great peace has its point of origin.