如淨和尚語錄 2.44

2.44

Minor convocation for entering the summer retreat:
“A mound of bones rises on level ground; a cavern is gouged out of empty space. Breaking abruptly through both checkpoints, cast away the black lacquer bucket!”
Drawing a circle, he said: “In the saṅghārāma of Perfect Enlightenment, assemblies gather from the ten directions. Bah! Under the gate of Jingci, bubbling babble is strictly forbidden. If you still linger in seeing and hearing, it is like tying a mangy horse to a hitching post—the so-called waving a fan to catch cool air, or eating rice, stretching out one's legs, and sleeping. What else is there? Even so, beware of mosquitoes, lice, and fleas residing there! What follows below is long; take care beforehand. Just at such a moment, you must know that there are those who do not enter this community. And furthermore, how is it?
Butterflies flutter lightly in the shade of flowers;
The mountain’s shadow silently pierces the clouds.”