如淨和尚語錄 2.43

2.43

Entering the monastery at Jingci, a minor convocation:
"Great assembly! The water in West Lake;
the clouds on South Mountain."
Striking his staff, he said:
"Tiantai's staff meets with them, smiling joyfully.
As the seasonal conditions harmonize, what matter should be discussed?"
Striking his staff, he said:
"Call it a staff and you collide; do not call it a staff and you turn your back.
You must not have words; you must not lack words."
Striking his staff, he said:
"Before the sound of thunderclaps, the confession is broken;
upon the flash of lightning, the dynamic triggers.
Here and there, acting in accordance with the occasion.
Bah! Trailing preachments and entangling vines—by all means avoid chatter!
Do you still know?
Before getting close, already separated by the great chiliocosm;
bringing forth the ultimate reality upward, all the more without connection.
Right here, is there anyone who breaks out of the nest and penetrates the subtle and infinitesimal?
Come forth and bear witness with the staff!
Do not hesitate to stir up the waters of West Lake
and sweep up the clouds of South Mountain.
The staff leaps up to the Trāyastriṃśa Heaven."
Striking his staff, he said:
"Poking Śakra's nostrils,
venting steam for the patch-robed monks under heaven, making the monastery rejoice!
Just at such a time, as for the so-called seasonal conditions of the staff's meeting—
just what about before they met?"
Striking his staff, he said:
"Tonight's minor convocation gives no answer to questions;
the staff's tip vexes the spring breeze."