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