Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
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.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
From the origins nothing exists.
Watch your own steps!
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
It rains: the earth wet.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
No ugliness in a loved child.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Spring comes: grass grows.