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