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