佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 10.32

10.32

"A wooden Buddha does not pass through fire; (Burned up entirely. Only I can know.) / I constantly think of Pot-Breaker. (Going east or going west, what's wrong with that? A leper dragging along a companion.) / When the staff suddenly strikes, (It's in the mountain monk's hand. The mountain monk does not employ anyone. In whose hand is it not?) / only then does one know it lets me down." (Just like you, one cannot feel around for it. What use is there? Heavens, heavens! Only after thirty years. Better to sink forever into eternal kalpas than seek liberation from the sages. If you realize it in this place, you cannot avoid letting it down. How can one succeed in not letting it down? Inevitably, the staff is in someone else's hand.)