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