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