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