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