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