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