"The one who is just facing you."
"What a pity! What a pity! The men of the present day are all like this. They take what is in the front of an ass or at the back of a horse and call it themselves. This illustrates the downfall of Buddhism. If you cannot recognize your real self objectively, how can you see your real self subjectively?"
"How do you see your real self subjectively?" the monk immediately asked.
"You have to tell me that yourself."
"If I were to tell you myself, it would be seeing myself objectively. What is the self that is known subjectively?"
"To talk about it in such a way is easy to do, but to continue our talking makes it impossible to reach the truth."18
There also is a poem, known as the Pao-ching San-mei, traditionally attributed to Tung-shan.19 One quatrain will give the flavor of the verse:
The man of wood sings,
The woman of stone gets up and dances,
This cannot be done by passion or learning,