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