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