佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 8.7

8.7

"Does the Venerable have it or not?" (The gong'an is ready-made. Following the waves and chasing the billows. Mixing with mud and blending with water.)
The golden-haired lion does not crouch on the ground. (Clearly. What use does it have? What a pity!)
In twos and threes they walk the old road; (Leaving aside throat, lips, and mouth, how will you speak? Turning the body and breathing out. Tripping past beneath his heels!)
At the foot of Mount Daxiong, he snaps his fingers in vain. (Once dead, he never revives. Pitiful and painful! Adding sorrow and suffering to the azure sky!)