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