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