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