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