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