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