Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Watch your own steps!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Spring comes: grass grows.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
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.
From the origins nothing exists.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
It rains: the earth wet.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
No good thought, no evil thought.
No ugliness in a loved child.