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