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