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