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