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