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