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