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