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