Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Spring comes: grass grows.
From the origins nothing exists.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
It rains: the earth wet.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
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.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
No ugliness in a loved child.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch your own steps!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
No good thought, no evil thought.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.