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