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