This matter Zen
is like a great mass of fire:
when you approach it your face is sure
to be scorched. It is again like a sword about
to be drawn; when it is once out of the scabbard,
someone is sure to lose his life. The precious
vajra sword is right here and its purpose
is to cut off the head.
The body does not know
how to discourse or to listen to a discourse.
This which is unmistakably perceivable right where
you are, absolutely identifiable yet without
form, this is what listens to
the discourse.