Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Watch your own steps!
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
It rains: the earth wet.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
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 . . .
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Spring comes: grass grows.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
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?
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
From the origins nothing exists.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!