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