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