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