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