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