如淨和尚語錄 1.70

1.70

Ascending the hall to thank the new and old monastic officers: A single word tallies; for myriad kalpas it does not shift. Willow eyes put forth new branches; plum blossoms fill old boughs. Raising his whisk, he said: It is entirely right here. Look, look! Before any trigger of action, every single one is an extraordinary fellow.