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