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