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