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