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