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