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