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