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