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