佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 7.23

7.23

"The dynamic wheel has never yet turned; (It is right here. Truly it does not stir by a single hair.) / When it turns, it must run to both extremes. (If not falling into existence, it must fall into non-existence. If not east, then west. The left eye half a pound, the right eye eight ounces.) / Suddenly a bright mirror comes before the stand; (Do you still see old Śākyamuni? With a single nudge it immediately turns. Smashed! Smashed! Defeated! Defeated!) / Right on the spot beauty and ugliness are distinguished. (The entire great earth is a gate of liberation. Well deserved thirty blows of the staff! Do you still see old Śākyamuni?) / Beauty and ugliness distinguished, the clouds of delusion clear; (Leaving an open path, conceding that you have a way to turn yourself around. What can be done? He is merely a non-Buddhist.) / Where could the gate of compassion produce any dust? (Pervading the realm, it was never hidden. Step back! Step back! Bodhidharma has arrived.) / Recalling the fine horse catching sight of the whip's shadow, (I have a staff; no need for you to give me one. And tell me, what place is the whip's shadow? What place is the fine horse?) / Chasing the wind for a thousand leagues, it is called back. (Riding the Buddha hall out through the triple gate! To turn oneself around is already an error; to let it pass by is impermissible. [He] then struck.) / Having called it back, he snaps his fingers thrice." (Ahead, one does not reach the village; behind, one does not arrive at the inn. Snapping the staff in two—where will you go? Xuedou's thunder is extremely loud, but of rain drops there are none at all.)