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