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