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