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