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