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