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