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