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