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