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