如淨和尚語錄 1.71

1.71

Ascending the hall: Today is the first day of the second month; the whisk's eyeballs bulge out. Bright as a mirror, black as lacquer. Suddenly leaping up, it swallows the single color of heaven and earth. Beneath the gate of a patch-robed monk, it is still knocking into walls and bumping into partitions. In the end, how is it? Completely relinquishing it, laughing haha; letting the spring wind blow as it will, nothing can be done.