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