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