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