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