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