Once you preach, the point is gone.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Spring comes: grass grows.
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.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Watch your own steps!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
From the origins nothing exists.
It rains: the earth wet.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
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