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