Watch your own steps!
Spring comes: grass grows.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
No ugliness in a loved child.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Once you preach, the point is gone.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
From the origins nothing exists.
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.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
It rains: the earth wet.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Fire is hot; water, cold.