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