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