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