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