萬松老人評唱天童覺和尚頌古從容庵錄 3.88

3.88

The Master said: Yuanming's instruction to the assembly was not exhausted; Tiantong puts down the single word 'Retract' and, together with Yuanming, packs it into a hemp sack. Sida said: 'The buddhas of the three periods have been swallowed whole by me in a single gulp; where else are there sentient beings to be saved?' Here water cannot leak through, and the path of ordinary and holy is cut off. Just at such a time, the entire empty dharmadhātu is like an ancient mirror: ground and polished by the vairambha winds of the destruction kalpa, wiped and cleansed by the golden womb clouds of the formation kalpa. Water and sky are of one hue; cloud and moon intermingle their light—all drawing on the affair of pure clarity free of blemish. Here words are bland and tasteless, like a hook of the moon and bait of clouds, with nothing for fish and dragons to swallow. Tang of Cheng's praying with the net followed their intent; Lü Wang's dangling the hook trusted my conditions. Have you not heard it said: 'Mountain fields' unhulled rice and wild vegetables, bland yellow pickles—if you want to eat, eat as you will; if not, go wherever you please.'