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