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