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