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