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