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