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