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