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