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