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