From the origins nothing exists.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Watch your own steps!
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Fire is hot; water, cold.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
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.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
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.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
It rains: the earth wet.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
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