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