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