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