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