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