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