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