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