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