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