佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 5.42

5.42

The golden fish that has passed through the net— (A thousand soldiers are easy to find; a single general is hard to seek. How is it? The thousand sages can do nothing about it.) / Cease saying it lingers in stagnant water! (Standing beyond the clouds from him. Brisk and lively! Do not make him look foolish.) / Shaking heaven and sweeping the earth, (An expert, an expert! This is not yet his extraordinary point. What harm is there in letting it go?) / It stirs its gills and tosses its tail: (Who dares discern its clues? Having made a skill, displaying it—it certainly astounds the crowd.) / A thousand-foot whale spouts, and vast waves surge; (Turning over to that side. It certainly is extraordinary. Swallowing all the people of the great earth in a single gulp!) / A clap of thunder roars, and a pure gale arises. (Having eyes and ears, yet like the deaf and blind. Who is not terrified?) / A pure gale arises! (In what place? Bah!) / Between heaven and the world of men, how many know? (Xuefeng firmly holds the front of the battle line; Sansheng firmly holds the rear of the battle line. Why scatter dirt and throw sand? Striking, he says: "Where are you?")