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