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