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