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