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