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