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