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