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