人天眼目 2.89

2.89

Whatever meets the eye is the Way; within the gate of Buddhist work, it leaves no trace and is free of partiality, running throughout the limit of reality. Harmoniously merging phenomena and principle, both are deployed in tandem. If one's capacity is up to the task, one responds according to the potential met. The manifestation of the lineage's style rests entirely with the person concerned. In establishing schools and vehicles, branches and knots are forcibly produced. Stepping outside the gate to ask for the way, they point east and draw west. How can the stubbornly dull across kalpas ever be stimulated and awakened? (An ancient master commented: "Turning a somersault on the point of a needle; azure waves arise within the flames of a red-hot furnace. A monkey holds its young and returns into the green peaks; a bird takes a flower in its beak and drops it before the azure cliff.")