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