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