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