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