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