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.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
From the origins nothing exists.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch your own steps!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring comes: grass grows.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
It rains: the earth wet.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
No ugliness in a loved child.
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.
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