續傳燈錄 12.43

12.43

真州靈巖志愿禪師。僧問。山間林下頗稱道人家風。淥水亭邊還他了事衲子。此猶是無風起浪。不涉波瀾。請師答話。師曰。雲橫遠岫雨滴懸崖。云數聲清磬是非外。一箇閑人天地間。師曰。石人拊掌木女呵呵。云高臥虛堂無一事。任他今日與明朝。師曰。四海晏清王道泰。何須更用苦忉忉。問六六三十六。春風動修竹。新斵沒絃琴。請師彈一曲。師曰。不落宮商角徵羽。云一聲鳴歷歷。十指起清風。師曰。不是中郎鑒。還同野舍薪。云恁麼則不聞聞底事大眾皆聞。師曰。知音者少。乃曰。看看雲山疊疊同萬卉以青蒼。煙渚依依共孤舟而閴寂。樓臺聳峻殿塔交光。法法無私古今冥貫。正當恁麼時還相委悉麼。良久曰。不在低頭思量難得。又曰。山家活計無多事。直下分明不用猜。敷坐豈容知與見。任他鳥兔去還來。諸人還委悉麼。若委悉得去心猿罷跳性海無波。白雲青嶂任運蕭然。紫陌紅塵隨緣豁暢。其或未曉根源。切忌尋玄討妙。直饒討得倜儻分明。敢保斯人未徹。良久曰。任教滄海變。應不對君通。又曰。露卷雲收日上月落。林間幽鳥語呢喃。嶺上樵夫歌間錯。東南西北本來人。喝一喝云。莫向外邊生卜度。

Chan Master Zhiyuan of Lingyan in Zhenzhou. A monk asked, "Amid mountains and beneath groves rather befits the house style of a person of the Way; beside the pavilion of clear water truly belongs to a patch-robed monk who has settled his affairs. This is still raising waves without wind, not treading in the surges. Please, Master, reply to my words." The Master said, "Clouds lie across distant peaks; rain drips from the hanging cliff." The monk said, "A few chimes of the clear stone chime lie outside right and wrong; a single idle person stands between heaven and earth." The Master said, "The stone man claps his hands; the wooden woman laughs heartily." The monk said, "Lying high in the empty hall without a single affair, let today and tomorrow be as they will." The Master said, "The four seas are tranquil and clear, the King's Way is prosperous; what need is there to be bitterly chatterful any further?" The monk asked, "Six times six is thirty-six; spring wind stirs the tall bamboo. Newly carved is a stringless zither; please, Master, play a tune." The Master said, "It falls not into the notes of gong, shang, jue, zhi, or yu." The monk said, "A single sound rings distinctly; ten fingers raise a fresh breeze." The Master said, "Unless it is evaluated by Zhonglang, it would still be like firewood in a rustic hut." The monk said, "If so, then regarding the matter of not hearing and yet hearing, the great assembly all hears it." The Master said, "Those who know the tune are few." He then said, "Look, look! The piled-up cloudy mountains join the myriad plants in verdant green; the misty islet lingers together with the lone boat in desolate stillness. Towers and terraces rise steep and high; halls and pagodas interlace their light. Phenomena after phenomena are unselfish; past and present are darkly penetrated. Right at such a time, do you still fully understand?" After a long pause he said, "Not bowing the head to deliberate, it is hard to obtain." He also said, "A mountain household's livelihood has few affairs; right here it is distinct—no need to guess. How could spreading the mat allow knowing and seeing? Let the birds and hares go and come again. Do all of you still understand? If you can understand it, the mind-monkey ceases leaping, and the nature-sea has no waves. White clouds and green peaks are naturally free and tranquil; purple paths and red dust follow conditions and open wide. If you have not yet understood the root source, by all means avoid seeking the profound and searching for the wondrous. Even if you search it out untrammeled and distinct, I dare guarantee that this person has not penetrated through." After a long pause he said, "Let the blue sea change as it will; I shall not communicate it to you." He also said, "The dew rolls up, clouds gather, the sun rises, and the moon sets. In the grove, secluded birds twitter and murmur; on the ridge, woodcutters' songs interweave. People of original nature in the east, south, west, and north!" He gave a shout and said, "Do not produce reckonings toward the outside!"