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