Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
No ugliness in a loved child.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
Spring comes: grass grows.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
No good thought, no evil thought.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
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.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
It rains: the earth wet.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
From the origins nothing exists.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Watch your own steps!
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
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?
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.