續傳燈錄 11.43

11.43

金陵清涼廣慧和禪師上堂曰。達磨祖師無端將一杓惡水潑在天下老宿頭上。直得天下老和尚說禪說道南北紛紜。續焰傳芳亘今亘古。山僧今日親遭一杓擺脫無門。揚千古之玄風。振一時之軌範。良久曰。看看山僧將一杓惡水潑向諸人頭上去也。還覺也無。如或不知。更看一杓。祖佛家風孰與知。西來消息若何為。殷勤為報未歸客。月滿秋天霜冷時。參。又曰。一日復一日。日日催人老。寒則且圍爐。困乃和衣倒。奉報往來人。家中元有寶。家內不曾尋。拄棒緣門討。任使討過半。辛苦生煩惱。不如歸去來。去却門前草。復曰。諸禪德。盡十方世界是草作麼生去。歸堂喫茶。又曰。多日天晴今朝下雨。大地山河無不皆普。三時打鐘二時打鼓。處處分明頭頭薦取。復拈拄杖曰。諸禪德。還會麼。三世諸佛盡在裏許。拍禪床一下。

Chan Master Guanghui He of Qingliang in Jinling ascended the hall and said, "Patriarch Bodhidharma, for no reason at all, took a ladle of foul water and splashed it over the heads of the senior monks of the realm, causing the old upādhyāyas of the realm to talk of Chan and talk of the Way, bustling about north and south, continuing the flame and transmitting the fragrance, spanning from past to present. Today, this mountain monk personally met with a ladle, with no way to break free. Extending the profound style of a thousand ages, shaking the model for a single era." After a long pause, he said, "Look, look! This mountain monk is taking a ladle of foul water and splashing it toward the heads of all of you! Do you feel it yet or not? If you still do not know, look at another ladle: / Who can know the house style of the patriarchs and Buddhas? / What is the meaning of the news from the West? / Diligently I announce to the traveller who has not returned: / it is the time when the moon fills the autumn sky and the frost is cold. / Participate!" He also said, "Day after day, / each day hastens a person's aging. / When cold, just gather round the hearth; / when tired, fall asleep in your clothes. / I respectfully inform those coming and going: / originally there is a jewel in the home. / Never searching within the home, / you lean on a stick, begging door to door. / Even if you beg halfway through, / you toil bitterly, giving rise to afflictions. / Better to return home, / and clear away the weeds before your gate." He further said, "Venerable Chan monks, the entire world of the ten directions is weeds—how do you clear them away? Return to the hall and drink tea." He also said, "After many days of sunny weather, it is raining this morning; / the great earth, mountains, and rivers are all showered universally. / Three times the bell is struck, two times the drum is beaten; / in every place it is distinct—grasp it at every turn!" He again held up his staff and said, "Venerable Chan monks, do you understand? The Buddhas of the three times are all inside here." He struck the meditation bench once.