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