佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 2.28

2.28

Ancient Buddhas have their family style (The words are still ringing in the ears. An exemplar for a thousand ages. It would be better not to slander old man Śākya). / Facing and presenting, they meet with demotion and stripping away (Why are the nostrils in this mountain monk's hand? Eight blows against thirteen—what do you make of it? Letting one move pass, he strikes immediately).
Chick and mother do not know each other (Since they do not know each other, why is there tapping and pecking? Natural).
Who pecks and taps together? (A hundred shattered pieces. The grandmotherly heart is earnest. Just do not misunderstand).
Pecking, awakened (What did he say? It falls into the second category), / still in the shell (Why doesn't he stick his head out?), / struck once again (Wrong. Strike immediately. A double gong'an; it is already threefold, fourfold).
Patch-robed monks of the world try in vain to depict it (It has been let pass. No need to bring it up. Is there still anyone who can depict it? If one could depict it, he too would be a fellow in the grass. For thousands and myriad ages pitch black; filling the ditches and choking the gullies, no one understands).