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