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