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