Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Spring comes: grass grows.
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.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Watch your own steps!
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
From the origins nothing exists.
It rains: the earth wet.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
No ugliness in a loved child.