From the origins nothing exists.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Watch your own steps!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
It rains: the earth wet.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
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.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
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