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