Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
No ugliness in a loved child.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
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.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
From the origins nothing exists.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Spring comes: grass grows.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
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