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