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