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