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