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