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