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