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