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