人天眼目 3.278

3.278

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.)