佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 1.31

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雪竇自然見他古人。只消去他命脈上一劄。與他頌出。牛頭沒馬頭回。且道說箇什麼。見得透底。如早朝喫粥。齋時喫飯相似。只是尋常。雪竇慈悲。當頭一鎚擊碎。一句截斷。只是不妨孤峻。如擊石火似閃電光。不露鋒鋩無爾湊泊處。且道向意根下摸索得麼。此兩句一時道盡了也。雪竇第三句。却通一線道。略露些風規。早是落草。第四句。直下更是落草。若向言上生言。句上生句。意上生意。作解作會。不唯帶累老僧。亦乃辜負雪竇。古人句雖如此。意不如此。終不作道理繫縛人。曹溪鏡裏絕塵埃。多少人道。靜心便是鏡。且喜沒交涉。只管作計較道理。有什麼了期。這箇是本分說話。山僧不敢不依本分。牛頭沒馬頭回。雪竇分明說了也。自是人不見。所以雪竇如此郎當頌道。打鼓看來君不見。癡人還見麼。更向爾道。百花春至為誰開。可謂豁開戶牖。與爾一時八字打開了也。及乎春來。幽谷野㵎。乃至無人處。百花競發。爾且道更為誰開。

Xuedou naturally saw the ancient master; he only needed to give a prick right on his life-pulse and eulogise it for him: "Ox head submerges, horse head turns back." Tell me, what does this say? For those who see through it, it is just like eating gruel in the morning and eating rice at the midday meal—ordinary and nothing more. In his compassion, Xuedou shattered it with a single hammer blow right on the head, cutting it off with a single phrase, yet it remains solitary and steep. Like spark struck from flint, like a flash of lightning, not exposing any sharp tip, leaving you no place to approach. Tell me, can you grope for it in the intellect? These two lines have said it all at once. In the third line, Xuedou instead opened up a thread of a path, slightly revealing some style, which was already falling into the weeds. In the fourth line, he fell into the weeds even more directly. If you produce words upon words, phrases upon phrases, ideas upon ideas, forming interpretations and understandings, you will not only encumber this old monk, but also fail Xuedou. Although the ancients' phrases were like this, their intent was not like this; in the end they did not use doctrines to bind people. "In the mirror of Caoxi, dust and grime are utterly gone." How many people say, "A calm mind is the mirror"? Fortunately, it has no connection! If you merely make calculations and rationalisations, when will there ever be an end? This is talk of the fundamental share; this mountain monk does not dare not rely on the fundamental share. "Ox head submerges, horse head turns back"—Xuedou explained it clearly; it is just that people do not see it themselves. Therefore Xuedou so sloppily praised it, saying: "Behold, the drum is struck, yet you do not see." Do you foolish people still see? Further, he says to you: "For whom do the hundred flowers bloom when spring arrives?" It can be said that he threw open doors and windows, laying it wide open for you all at once. When spring arrives, in secluded valleys and wild ravines, even in places where there are no people, the hundred flowers burst into bloom together. Tell me, for whom else do they bloom?