佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 8.36

8.36

"For a patch-robed monk who has settled his business, one is enough; (Presently there is one. Three thousand blows in the morning, eight hundred in the evening. Leaping out of the diamond cage—not even one is needed!) / On the long continuous bench he stretches his legs and lies down. (Truly a sleepy fellow! Discussing kalpas, not discussing Chan.) / In a dream he once spoke of awakening to perfect penetration; (Already asleep, and again speaking of dreams! Still, you are permitted to have dreamed it. What are you doing talking in your sleep?) / Washed with fragrant water, foul spit directly in his face!" (Bah! Another layer of mud added to earth. Do not come to shit on clean ground.)