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