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