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