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