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