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