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