如淨和尚語錄 2.24

2.24

Thanking the overseer of stores, he ascended the hall:
"The precious sword of the Vajra King is in its scabbard,
having the awe-inspiring power that one dare not offend upon merely feeling its wind.
With a shout from Tiantong, it flies out
and turns into an iron hammer without a hole,
rolling into waste fields and tangled grasses,
letting the sun scorch and the wind blow it.
Why is it like this?
Picking up the spoon and holding the chopsticks—who knows how many?
Unless one is an intimate friend, it is not easily known."