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