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