Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
No good thought, no evil thought.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
No ugliness in a loved child.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
It rains: the earth wet.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
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.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
From the origins nothing exists.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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