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