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