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