如淨和尚語錄 2.15

2.15

Ascending the hall: / "Tiantong's foul old iron fist / Knocks dead the water buffalo of the rivers and lakes. / In the deep of night, it suddenly lays an egg; / At dawn, it rolls out the great sun! / But tell me, how is it? / Air out everyone's damp, steamed spots, / To keep their steps from slipping like oil!"