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