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