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