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