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