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