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