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