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