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