人天眼目 3.278

3.278

新豐一派荷玉分流。始因過水逢渠。妙見無情說法。當今不觸。展手通玄。列五位正偏。分三種滲漏。夜明簾外。臣退位以朝君。古鏡臺前。子轉身而就父。雪覆萬年松徑。夜半正明。雲遮一帶峯巒。天曉不露。道樞綿密。智域囦深。默照空劫已前。湛湛一壺風月。坐徹威音那畔。澄澄滿目烟光。不萌枝上花開。無影樹頭鳳舞。機絲不挂。箇中雙鎖金針。文彩縱橫裏許暗穿玉線。雙明唱起。交鋒處知有天然。兼帶忽來枯木上。須能作主不存正位。那守大功。及盡今時。寧容尊貴。截斷情塵見網。掣開金鎖玄關。妙協全開。歷歷䫫中混跡。平懷常實。明明炭裏藏身。卷舒不落功勳。來去了為變易。欲使異苗蕃茂。貴在深固靈根。若非柴石野人。爭見新豐曲子（柴石野人浮山圓鑑之別號也）。

The single stream of Xinfeng, inheriting the jade, divided into currents. It began from crossing the water and meeting that person, wondrously seeing that nonsentient beings preach the Dharma. Not offending the present moment, extending the hand it penetrates the mysterious. It arrays the five ranks of upright and partial, distinguishes the three kinds of leakages. Outside the night-bright screen, the vassal steps back from his rank to pay court to the lord; before the ancient mirror stand, the son turns his body to approach his father. Snow covers the ten-thousand-year pine path—bright at midnight; clouds conceal a range of peaks—unrevealed at dawn. The pivot of the Way is continuous and dense; the realm of wisdom is abyssal and deep. Silently illuminating prior to the kalpa of voidness, clear and pure is a single pot of wind and moon; sitting through to the other side of Bhīṣmagarjitasvararāja, pellucid to the full view is misty light. A blossom opens on a budless branch; a phoenix dances atop a shadowless tree. The loom's threads are not caught; within it, the golden needle is doubly locked. The patterns crisscross; within, the jade thread is secretly threaded. When the dual brightness is sung forth, at the clashing of blades one knows innate reality exists. When integration suddenly comes atop the withered tree, one must be able to act as master and not abide in the upright rank. How could one hold to great merit? Reaching the exhaustion of the present moment, how could one tolerate noble honor? Severing the dust of passions and the net of views, pulling open the golden lock and the mysterious gate. The wondrous convergence fully unfolds, distinctly mingling traces among diverse kinds. Even-minded and constantly true, clearly hiding the body within the charcoal. Rolling up and unfurling does not fall into merit; coming and going is thoroughly changing and transforming. Wishing to make divergent sprouts luxuriant, what is prized is making the numinous root deep and firm. Were it not for the Chaishi Rustic, how could one see the melody of Xinfeng? (The Chaishi Rustic is the alternative style of Yuanjian of Fushan.)