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