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