It rains: the earth wet.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Spring comes: grass grows.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
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.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Watch your own steps!
No ugliness in a loved child.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
From the origins nothing exists.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
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?
No good thought, no evil thought.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.