佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 1.34

1.34

Cast away one, (Pierced through seven and eight holes. Where will you go? Letting a move go.)
Pick up seven: (Cannot pick it out. Yet he does not let it go.)
Above, below, and in the four cardinal and four intermediate directions, nothing is its equal. (What is it like? Above is heaven, below is earth; east, south, west, north, and the four intermediate directions—what can be equal to it? Nevertheless, the staff is in my hand.)
Walking slowly, one steps and cuts off the sound of flowing water; (Do not ask under your heels. Difficult to investigate. Cast into the cave of entangling vines, gone!)
Looking freely, one traces out the tracks of flying birds. (In the eyes there is also no such news. A wild fox spirit's view. As before, still in the old nest.)
Grasses lush, (Pulling out an arrow from behind the head. What news is this? Fallen into a flat, solid place.)
Fog dense— (Has not left this nest. Beneath the feet, clouds arise.)
Beside the cliff of Śūnyatā, flowers fall in profusion. (Where is it? A dull fellow. Seen through!)
Snapping the fingers, how lamentable is Śūnyatā! (The eight directions, all four quarters, exhaustively the Dharma realm: toward the nostrils of Śūnyatā, bring forth a phrase! Where is it?)
Do not stir! (Where are the previous words? When stirred, what then?)
If you stir, thirty blows of the staff! (Accept it yourself and go out; then strike!)