續傳燈錄 21.37

21.37

郴州萬壽念禪師。僧問。龍華勝會肇啟茲晨。未審彌勒世尊現居何處。師曰。猪肉案頭。曰既是彌勒世尊。為甚麼却在猪肉案頭。師曰。不是弄潮人休入洪波裏。曰畢竟事又且如何。師曰。番人不繫腰。歲旦上堂。往復無際動靜一源。含有德以還空。越無私而逈出。昔日日。今日日。照無兩明。昔日風。今日風。鼓無兩動。昔日雨。今日雨。澤無兩潤。於其中間覓去來相而不可得。何故自他心起。起處無蹤。自我心忘。忘無滅跡。大眾若向這裏會去。與天地而同根。共萬物為一體。若也未明。山僧為爾重重頌出。元正一。古佛家風從此出。不勞向上用工夫。歷劫何曾異今日。元正二。寂寥冷淡無滋味。趙州相喚喫茶來。剔起眉毛須瞥地。元正三。上來稽首各和南。若問香山山裏事。靈源一派碧如藍。遂喝一喝下座。

Chan Master [Wanshou] Nian of Wanshou in Chenzhou. A monk asked, 'The auspicious Dragon Flower gathering begins this morning. Where, I wonder, is Maitreya Bhagavat residing right now?' The master said, 'On the butcher's block.' The monk said, 'Since he is Maitreya Bhagavat, why is he on the butcher's block?' The master said, 'If you are not a tide-rider, do not enter the surging waves.' The monk said, 'Ultimately, what about it?' The master said, 'The barbarian does not tie his belt.' On New Year's Day, he ascended the hall: 'Going and returning are boundless; movement and stillness share a single source. Encompassing virtue to return to emptiness; transcending selflessness to emerge aloof. The sun of former days and the sun of today: their shining does not make two illuminations. The wind of former days and the wind of today: their blowing does not make two movements. The rain of former days and the rain of today: their moistening does not make two nourishments. Searching for the characteristics of coming and going in between them, none can be found. Why is this? When the mind of self and other arises, where it arises leaves no track; when the mind of self is forgotten, forgetting leaves no trace of annihilation. Assembly, if you understand here, you share the same root with heaven and earth and are of one body with the myriad things. If you are not yet clear, the mountain monk will recite verses for you again and again: New Year's Day, one: / The old Buddhas' house style emerges from this. / No need to labor over higher effort; / Through kalpas of time, when was it ever different from today? New Year's Day, two: / Desolate, cold, and plain, devoid of flavor. / Zhaozhou calls: "Come drink tea!" / Raising your eyebrows, you must have a sudden glimpse. New Year's Day, three: / Stepping forward, prostrate and pay homage. / If you ask of the matters within the Fragrant Mountain, / A single stream from the wondrous source is as blue as indigo.' He then gave a shout and descended from the seat.