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