如淨和尚語錄 2.42

2.42

Minor convocation on a winter night:
"Drilling ice to obtain fire—on whom does one rely to believe it?
With effort that stakes one's life, enter the gate of death.
Shedding the body completely, one tumble turns around and comes alive;
the true flame of vajra penetrates heaven and earth.
Under Ruiyan's gate, by this we see the single yang returning and all things made entirely new.
Exposed pillars and lanterns joyfully speak a verse:
'On Mount Wutai, clouds steam rice;
in front of the Buddha hall steps, a dog urinates toward the sky.
At the tip of the flag pole, fry rice cakes;
three monkeys toss coins in the night.'
Bah! Talk of descending into the weeds welcomes timely blessings.
Right now in the assembly, is there anyone who penetrates the barrier beyond phrases?
Come forth, dot the eyes, and rejoice for a lifetime.
If not yet so:
The stone woman of Huangmei embroiders mandarin ducks;
each day newly adds a thread's length."