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