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