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