Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Spring comes: grass grows.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No good thought, no evil thought.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
It rains: the earth wet.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
From the origins nothing exists.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch your own steps!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
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