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