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