佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 4.33

4.33

"In the three realms there is no Dharma"—(The words are still ringing in the ears)—"where should one seek mind?" (No need to bring it up again. Inspect for yourself and see. Striking, he says: "What is this?") / White clouds serve as a canopy—(Placing a head on top of a head. A thousand layers, ten thousand layers) / Streaming springs act as a lute. (Do you hear it? It has followed along. Hearing it once, it is deeply pitiable.) / One tune, two tunes—no one understands; (Not falling into gong or shang, having nothing to do with jue or zhi. Borrowing a road to pass through. The five tones and six pitches are all completely distinct. Go acknowledge it yourself. If you listen, you become deaf.) / After the rain passes over the night pond, the autumn water is deep. (Swift thunder does not give time to cover the ears. It really drags through mud and trails through water. Where is it? He strikes at once.)