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