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