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