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