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