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