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