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