佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 3.42

3.42

"In the light of the kalpa-fire he sets up the question's premise; (What is he saying? Already mistaken.) / Patch-robed monks are still obstructed by the double barrier. (Sit this man down and cut him off; how can he be rescued? A hundred turns, a thousand layers; yet it has a head and a base.)
Pitiable is the single phrase, 'It goes along with it'— (Patch-robed monks under heaven make this kind of calculation. A thousand phrases, ten thousand phrases are not needed. What difficulty is there in cutting off his heels?) / In vain across ten thousand leagues he journeys back and forth alone." (Karmic consciousness vast and hazy; he passes it by without even knowing. Naturally, he has worn out his straw sandals.)