A monk asked Zhaozhou, "The countless things return to one—where does one return to?"
Zhaozhou said, "When this old monk was in Qingzhou, he made a cloth shirt that weighed seven pounds."
[0298b15] 趙州因僧問。萬法歸一。一歸何所。師曰。老僧在青州。作一領布衫。重七斤。
How could a seven pound shirt be hard to lift?
The sun rises in the east, sets in the west.
One strike shatters the coral branch to pieces.
Rumbling thunder and rain fills the mountain stream.
[0298b17] 七斤衫重豈難提。日出東方定落西。一擊珊瑚枝粉碎。轟轟雷雨滿山溪。
Submitted April 15, 2023 at 12:53AM by surupamaerl2 https://ift.tt/EpxWTFY
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