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