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