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