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