From the origins nothing exists.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
It rains: the earth wet.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
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.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
No ugliness in a loved child.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Watch your own steps!
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