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