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