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