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