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