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