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