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