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