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