萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 3.94

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師云。七百甲子。經事多矣。所以岸眉橫雪。古人以眉目為巖電。天童用河眸海口故事。成四句偈。如見活趙州指柏樹子相似。眉如蘆花岸。眼如秋水碧。古句野水淨於僧眼碧。遠山濃似佛頭青。海口鼓浪。航舌駕流。浪即能覆航。航即能駕浪。一言可以興邦。一言可以喪邦。故次之。以撥亂之手。太平之籌。州甞云。有時將一莖草。作丈六金身。用有時將丈六金身。作一莖草。用此話本與人決疑。而今多少人疑著。趙州豈欲攪叢林哉。人見趙州答話應聲便對。如不假功用。唯天童知八十行脚。三歲孩童勝如我。我從他學。此乃閑時造下。忙時用著。不是苦辛人。不知臥輪有伎倆。能斷百思想。對境心不起。菩提日日長。六祖道。慧能無伎倆。不斷百思想。對境心數起。菩提作麼長。恁麼看來塞壑填溝底事。又作麼生。如今拋擲西湖裏。下載清風付與誰。

The Master said: Seven hundred sixty-year cycles—he has been through many things; therefore 'Cliff-brows crossed with snow.' The ancients took eyebrows and eyes to be cliffs and lightning. Tiantong uses the story of river-eyes and ocean-mouth to make a four-line gāthā, as if seeing the living Zhaozhou pointing to the cypress tree. The brows are like reed-flower shores; the eyes are emerald like autumn water. An ancient line says: 'Wild waters are clearer than a monk's emerald eyes; distant mountains are darker than a buddha's head-blue.' Ocean-mouth stirs waves; boat-tongue rides the current. Waves can capsize a boat; a boat can ride waves. A single word can prosper a state; a single word can ruin a state. Therefore, following this: 'A hand that quells chaos; a tally of great peace.' Zhou once said, 'Sometimes I take a stalk of grass and use it as the sixteen-foot golden body; sometimes I take the sixteen-foot golden body and use it as a stalk of grass.' This talk originally resolved doubts for people, yet now how many people are doubted by it? How could Zhaozhou have wanted to stir up the groves? When people see Zhaozhou answering words, he responds right to the sound, as if employing no effort. Only Tiantong knows: 'Eighty years of pilgrimage; if a three-year-old child surpasses me, I will learn from him.' This is made in leisure and used in haste. If one is not a person of toil and hardship, one does not know: Wolun had skill, able to cut off the hundred thoughts; facing objects the mind does not arise, bodhi grows day by day. The Sixth Patriarch said: Huineng has no skill, does not cut off the hundred thoughts; facing objects the mind arises repeatedly, how can bodhi grow? Viewed in this way, what about the business of blocking ravines and filling gullies? Now cast into West Lake; to whom do you entrust this boatload of pure wind?