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