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