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