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