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