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