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