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