景德傳燈錄 30.26

30.26

兀然無事無改換。無事何須論一段。直心無散亂他事不須斷。過去已過去未來猶莫算。兀然無事坐何曾有人喚。向外覓功夫總是癡頑漢。糧不畜一粒逢飯但知𭚜（陟立切）。世間多事人相趁渾不及。我不樂生天亦不愛福田。饑來喫飯困來即眠。愚人笑我智乃知焉。不是癡鈍本體如然。要去即去要住即住。身披一破衲脚著孃生袴。多言復多語由來反相誤。若欲度眾生無過且自度。莫謾求真佛真佛不可見。妙性及靈臺何曾受熏鍊。心是無事心面是孃生面。劫石可移動箇中無改變。無事本無事何須讀文字。削除人我本冥合箇中意。種種勞筋骨不如林下睡。兀兀舉頭見日高。乞飯從頭𢫫將功。用功展轉冥蒙。取即不得不取自通。吾有一言絕慮亡緣。巧說不得只用心傳。更有一語無過真與。細如豪末大無方所。本自圓成不勞機杼。世事悠悠不如山丘。青松蔽日碧㵎長流。山雲當幕夜月為鉤。臥藤蘿下塊石枕頭。不朝天子豈羨王侯。生死無慮更復何憂。水月無形我常只寧。萬法皆爾本自無生。兀然無事坐春來草自青。

Settled still, without affairs, without alteration. / With no affairs, what need to speak of a single phase? / The straight mind is free of distraction; other matters need no severance. / The past is already past; do not reckon the future yet. / Settled still, sitting without affairs, who has ever called out? / Seeking effort outward is entirely the work of a foolish dolt. / Storing not a grain of provisions, when encountering food one only knows to gulp it down. / The world has many affairs; people chasing one another fail to catch up at all. / I do not delight in being born in heaven, nor do it love fields of merit. / When hungry I eat; when tired I sleep. / Fools laugh at me; only the wise understand. / It is not dull stupidity; the fundamental nature is just like this. / If I wish to go, I go; if I wish to stay, I stay. / On my body is draped a torn patchwork robe; on my legs are the trousers born of my mother. / Many words and much talk have always led to mutual error. / If you wish to deliver sentient beings, nothing is better than first delivering yourself. / Do not falsely seek the true Buddha; the true Buddha cannot be seen. / How could the marvelous nature and the spiritual platform ever undergo refinement? / The mind is a mind without affairs; the face is the face born of mother. / The kalpa stone may be moved, but within this there is no alteration. / Without affairs is fundamentally without affairs; what need to read written words? / Eradicate the root of self and other, and silently harmonize with the meaning therein. / Toiling muscles and bones in diverse ways is not as good as sleeping beneath the woods. / Steely still, raising my head, I see the sun is high. / Begging food from the start, exerting effort— / using effort only leads round and round into murky darkness. / Grasping, one does not get it; not grasping, it flows freely of itself. / I have a single word that cuts off deliberation and abolishes conditions. / Clever speech cannot convey it; it is transmitted only through mind. / I have yet another phrase, nothing surpassing true bestowal: / as fine as the tip of a hair, vast without location. / Fundamentally complete of itself, it requires no labor of loom or shuttle. / Worldly affairs drift endlessly, not as fine as the mountain hills. / Green pines block the sun; emerald torrents flow on and on. / Mountain clouds serve as curtains; the night moon serves as a hook. / Lying beneath vines and creepers, a block of stone pillows the head. / Not having audience with the Son of Heaven, how could I envy princes or nobles? / With no worry of birth and death, what further sorrow remains? / The moon in the water has no form; I am ever serene. / The myriad dharmas are all thus, fundamentally without arising. / Settled still, sitting without affairs: spring arrives, and the grass grows green of itself.