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