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