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