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