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