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