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