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