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