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