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