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