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