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