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