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