佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 4.48

4.48

“Hearing, seeing, perceiving, and knowing are not one by one; (The myriad phenomena have not a single dharma. Broken into seven flowers and eight pieces. Eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, and mind: all at once an iron hammer with no hole.)
Mountains and rivers are not viewed in a mirror. (Here with me there is no such news. The long is naturally long, the short is naturally short; green is green, yellow is yellow. Where are you viewing?)
The frosty sky, the moon sets, night draws near its half— (Leading you into the grass! The whole realm has never been hidden. Take strict care not to sit in a ghost cave.)
With whom do they reflect the cold shadow together in the clear pool?” (Is there any? Is there any? If you do not sleep in the same bed, how do you know the blanket is torn? Do not speak of sorrow to a sorrowful man; speaking of it to a sorrowful man will sadden him to death.)