Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
It rains: the earth wet.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
From the origins nothing exists.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
No good thought, no evil thought.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
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.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
No ugliness in a loved child.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Spring comes: grass grows.
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.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Watch your own steps!
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.