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