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