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