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