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