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