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