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