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