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