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