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