Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
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!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Watch your own steps!
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Spring comes: grass grows.
From the origins nothing exists.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
It rains: the earth wet.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.