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