佛果圜悟禪師碧巖錄 9.33

9.33

"The entire great earth is medicine; (Who can discern it? Scattering sand and throwing dirt; set it on a high shelf.)
From ancient times to the present, how utterly mistaken! (There is an echo in the words. Cancelled with a single stroke of the brush. Bah!)
Closing the door, one does not make a cart; (High and low, Xuedou exerts all his strength for the assembly. Calamity emerges from one's own gate. Vast and unobstructed, not hanging onto a single thread. Who has the idle time to make a living in a ghost cave?)
The thoroughfare is naturally vast and open. (Right underfoot one enters the weeds. Seeing the road upon mounting the horse. Taking it up with a free hand, it is nonetheless extraordinary.)
Mistaken, mistaken! (Twin swords flying side by side in the void. A single arrow brings down two condors.)
Even nostrils pointing to the heavens are pierced through!" (The head has fallen off! Striking, he says: Pierced through already!)