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