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