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