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