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