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