佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 1.15

1.15

"The Supreme Way is not difficult—("A triple gong'an. A mouth full of frost. What are you saying?") / words are correct and speech is straight. ("When fish move the water gets murky. Split seven ways and torn eight ways. Smearing paste over the beard.") / One has many kinds; ("Good to divide it. Yet it is just one kind. When will there ever be an end?") / two are not of two sorts. ("Intolerable! Four, five, six, seven. Why tangle in these vines?") / On the horizon the sun rises and the moon sets; ("Presented face to face. Boundless overhead, boundless underfoot. Be sure not to raise or lower your head.") / before the railing the mountains are deep and the waters cold. ("Once dead, never to live again. Do you still feel your fine hairs standing on end?") / When consciousness is exhausted in the skull, what joy can arise? ("Staring wide-eyed in the coffin. Practitioner Lu is his fellow practitioner.") / In the withered tree the dragon's chant has not dried up. ("Bah! The withered tree puts forth blossoms again. Bodhidharma travels to the eastern land.") / Difficult, difficult! ("False dharma is hard to uphold. An inverted explanation. What place is this, to talk of difficult or easy?") / Picking and choosing, or clarity—see for yourself, sir!" ("Blind! You thought it depended on someone else? Fortunately you look for yourself; it has nothing to do with this mountain monk.")