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