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