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