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